Just stick to the script n' dip, Dirt and Lip, get them chips like Erik Estrada, coming with the silent product It's FatLip and Dirt Dog and N.A.S.A.
a chance to advance fuck them worrin bitches Penitentiary's a possibility, bust and pray Wear a rubber so I live to fuck another day HEY... Ain't nothin strange
Would ya think the boy's insane? He's insane I said I know it's only rock 'n roll but I like it I said I know it's only rock'n roll but I like it, like
re dealin' with because, like a stranger, a-heh, just might come in through here with a gun... and then, what would you do? (Heh.)" "Everything is immaterial..." "'n
know who you're dealin' with because, like a stranger, a-heh, just might come in through here with a gun... and then, what would you do? (Heh.)" "Everything is immaterial..." "'n
destroyed sleaves could well Testify I'm not drowning under my words This world is a fighting one If I'm a wave, then I'll become a tsunami Your labels
by ya, would you think the boy is strange? Ain't he strange? If I could win ya, if I could sing ya a love song so divine, would it be enough for
happy again But then things got rapidly strange And it had to be Wayne She was still a virgin What more could I ask from a dame But I was a bastard...
A They should call you Chucky cuz ya lyrics are Child's Play Try to pray to god that l come back There's a better chance of seein' a Kid N Play come back
slide on by Would you think the boy is strange? Ain't he strange? If I could win ya, If I could sing ya A love song so divine Would it be enough for
ya Would ya think the boy's insane? He's insane I said I know it's only rock 'n roll but I like it I said I know it's only rock'n roll but I like it,
be bought it's a brand name some people gotta die that's a damn shame still it's not a war it's a kkkampain [Promoe:] Take a good look in your good book
're scarred by mental whippings, we've hung from social lynching That's why our mental's flinching, that's why there's social tension That's why our mental's
slide on by you? Would you think the boy is strange, ain't it strange? If I could win, if I could sing A love song so divine Would it be enough for
And if a nigga was strugglin, I'll probably pull a 'caper These niggaz is haters and they smilin in my face Tappin like they need a gig, tryna get your
like a pencil Treat one like a stencil Just when you think you've got a grip on life That's when you let go where does it go? It's a race to the finish
