turn the radio up and we'll sing a song to bring you back turn the radio up and we'll sing A song turn the radio up and we'll sing a song to bring
better off without you turn the radio up and we'll sing a song to bring you back turn the radio up and we'll sing a song...a song turn the radio up
turn the radio up and we'll sing a song to bring you back turn the radio up and we'll sing A SONG! turn the radio up and we'll sing a song to bring
, looter through the gutter mayne Chewed up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes From the westside, strivin' to get 'em Where them killers throw that third letter up
looter through the gutter mayne? Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes! From the westside, strivin to dead em Where them killers throw that third letter up
rider, looter through the gutter mayne Chewed up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes From the westside, strivin' to get 'em Where them killers throw that third letter up
we just, and we just, and we just, and we just get up and go! Who they want you to be who they wanted to see kill the party with me and never go home
the light Some feeling the pitch, some feeling the bite They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight And the radio daze And the radio daze And the radio
rhythm of rebel I've been fightin this shit with the volume level up to ten and spendin my time on the rhyme battlefield Watchin as my brothers are killed
light Some feelin' the pitch, some feelin' the bite They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight And the radio daze And the radio daze And the radio
there." [verse five - lucas] None of the bags coming back are filled with gallons of clout To spill out, to shake-up, break up, now blow up Has
home And me, I'm flyin' in my taxi, takin' tips I got into town a little early Had eight hours to kill before the show First thought about heading up
the name Until these rap n***** stepped up, checked up Man, this game is messed up, next up, you know what it is Don't get it f'd up Meth, what? F.Y
treated me nice Till I nervously sprayed them with shit Then the music stopped and everything was quite And all the rock 'n' rollers started a fucking goat-riot Kill the goat, kill the goat Kill the goat, kill
letter word Discretion is the name of my cement-feathered bird And if you didnt hear, fuck whatevers heard I think you got the sickness i suggest you get it cured Caught up
coming days I wake up every morning From the same dream (I kill it) But you can't change the letters when the ink dries I woke up on a sidewalk And
nervously sprayed them with shit-a. Then the music stopped. And everything was quiet. And all the rock and rollers started a fucking goat riot. ROCK AND ROLLERS: Kill the goat! Kill the goat! Kill the goat! Kill
This for the soldiers, soldiers Stay strong my niggaz Gangsters, players Stay up my niggaz, real niggaz Leavin' the cut in a rage Loadin' up my Mac,
