the lower class [chorus] this society...will sign your life this society...for the business man this society...don't fall in their trap this society...for fame and cash this society
Corleone Fettucini Capone Roam in your own zone Get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We go it sewn The firm art of war is unknown Lower your tone face
Surrender your goods and your merchandise For no purchase price, I'm certainly a heist For your ice and curtains and vice Come quietly, Wu-Tang Clan rules society
My imbalanced mind is unaccepted by society My life is ruled by urges sickened impropriety In this day and age, strangely enough, some factions remain
and she's having a fantasy that she's turning into a monster, the monster comes out of the toilet from behind her. 9:30 Phyllis: Oh . . . a little lower
Keep our attention away from issues that "really" effect our society Keepin us thinking of how to pay our bills while "they" roam through our lifes with
lower class chorus this society...will sign your life this society...for the business man this society...don't fall in their trap this society...for fame and cash this society
gone through a psychotic change I used to be normal, I used to feel love but now all I feel is remorse a victim of lower society now nature has taken
how to pay our bills while "they" roam through our lifes with flashlights Keep our attention away from issues that "really" effect our society While "
cars People'll still rather have a ride then a roof Holdin' around cappin' thinkin' they ass is bulletproof Money still means more to folks than human life
lower class [chorus] this society...will sign your life this society...for the business man this society...don't fall in their trap this society...for fame and cash this society
The Corleone Fettucini Capone Roam in your own zone Get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We go it sewn The firm art of war is unknown Lower your tone
you Surrender your goods and your merchandise For no purchase price, I'm certainly a heist For your ice and curtains and vice Come quietly, Wu-Tang Clan rules society
I can't wait to get away A pocket load of piss, a skip load of shit It took me all of my life to get to be this I'm lower than the belly of something
life behind me See I was brain washed, talked that I wouldn't be shit, believed it Now these trouble waters got me sea sick The upper class show love like the tits nepotisms The lower
turning into a monster, the monster comes out of the toilet from behind her. [9:30] Phyllis: Oh . . . a little lower, please. Don: How do you work
