Letras:
De La Soul Sauce

Umm, my throat muscles Are completely shredded You tell no one 'Bout Barney Leaning on you Dirty pictures False faces Bloody wallet Ripped out your

a strobe While you froze panicin' Went from man to maniquin We them peaceful rap stars That can still jab ya in ya face Leave ya shit redder than Mars The sauce

: Oh Oh Uh Uh I turn around again and suddenly your gone I wanna get to know you But I don't know who you are Your the kind of girl who makes me stop

secondes Direction la frontiere pour aller a Aix Dans un vernissage d'art contemporain tous dans le break D'Imhotep, en avant, le Soul Swing est avec

decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce! You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch, With a nauseous super "naus"!, You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch, Your soul

bad banana, With a greasy black peel! You're a monster, Mr. Grinch! Your heart's an empty hole. Your brain is full of spiders. You've got garlic in your soul

know it I ain't gonna work for no soul sucking jerk I'm gonna take it all back And I ain't saying jack I ain't gonna work for no soul sucking jerk

: Special people all the time Special people on my mind Special people burning white Special people gettin' all uptight Special people kiss my soul Special

Now it is time to get rough wid the drama Bit-ches you can not escape from the hun-ter Evil, Scarecrow, dead folks, fell slow Deep in my soul, blood on