Letras:
T Rock My Little Arm

yeen know? Inside my shirt, yeen know? [T-Rock imitating DJ Paul] Damn T-Rock, why the fuck you gotta clown my arm and shit man? [T-Rock] Cause nigga

Squad got, chains and cars Get, brains from stars after those awards Miyagi's or doubles, don't think I won't buy out the bar That's little shit, Mercedes

IT UP!!) I GOT STATEN ISLAND ON MY PINKY QUEENS ON MY DUMB DUDE THE BRONX ON MY MIDDLE FINGER SCREAMIN FUCK YOU ROCK ICE IN MANHATTAN SO THERE'S THE RING

Armageddon, Lets Go I Got A Riddle What's Little And Talks Big With Midget Arms And Creamy White Fillin In The Middle That Will Do Anything To Throw Dirt On My

I see, Cause I hate that you breathe, I see you duck, You little punk, You little fucking disease, I got H.U. tatted on the front of my arm, Boulevard

t need a baracade at my shows cause it would be nothing but celeberty friends the first 10 rows id have a 90 pound sled on my arm who likes like a little

little nearer to my house Now - where's her spouse? I don't know So, I don't ask, I don't probe I just - get in 6, get out on Rov' Let her, sip on Cris

' some ad, So I turned on my Conelrad. But I didn't pay my Con Ed bill, So the radio didn't work so well. Turned on my player- It was Rock-A-Day, Johnny

went into my head, into my head A rock n roll nurse, went into my head Into my head, Into my head While I was lyin in a hodpital bed A little pill for my