Letras:
Great White Hand On The Trigger

a heart left broken, linger in her eyes. Gotta find a way, some way to ease the pain... With her hand on the trigger, hand on her heart, just one more

to the West like we're tired of living at New York here's a piggyback ride to the motherland Hold on brotherman, on the other hand get down I'm gutter

smooth I coast to the West like we're tired of living at New York here's a piggyback ride to the motherland, hold on brotherman, on the other hand Get

leave his whorehouse at dawnin There he is, suddenly appears Nuthin in his hand except a six pack of Heiniken beers Steps out the bushes, the trigger

for black people and white people Seeking the world of the four horsemen facing John, Henry, the robot, Dr. Smith, and Will Robinson Come in please on

So the chase was on, I started running I said "You'd better stop, cause if you don't I'm gonna be gunning" She didn't stop so I popped on in her knee

't a guy just the middle man big dreams little hand You ain't even rhyme rat and I'm a coach I put hands on ya bob knight you fucking Roach I'm tucking

I coast to the West like we're tired of living at New York here's a piggyback ride to the motherland Hold on brotherman, on the other hand get down I'

to the West like we're tired of living at New York here's a piggyback ride to the motherland Hold on brotherman, on the other hand get down I'm gutter