Letras:
Jam And Spoon

off young Teddy Pender is out Mask on scare the fuck out ya but ya ass grown I wasnt born with no silver spoon But I can heat it in a spoon and pitch

the kind of pudd'n Bill Cosby advertises Pull out your spoon, and let us begin But if you front on the pudd'd You might not get your spoon in

and everything's goin' right, right And life has a funny way nobody helpin' you out when You think everyhing's gone wrong and everything blows up In your face A traffic jam

when the boozers close You'll get a belt from your dad You look so scruffy lying there Strawberry jam all through your hair Though in the world you haven't a care And

on full, the sun is in the sky So you drop the top, it's time get out Kind of how it is when you kick eight bars And not rhyme once and still sound fly

for my prey and then I react like a tiger Clip up, pick up, rip them all up and And then I heard my history callin Readin readin, chubb never had a clue And

lost her sheep And Rip van Winkle fell the hell asleep And Alice chillin' somewhere in Wonderland Jack's serving Jill a bucket in his hand And Jam Master

and bigger and bigger and bigger Sort of like drinkin', a forty ounce of liquor I know you heard of tales from the Crypt Well, this is more better, tales from the hip And

young Teddy Pender is out Mask on scare the fuck out ya but ya ass grown, I wasn't Born with no silver spoon but I can heat it in a spoon and Pitch it