. X2 Kids are getting ready for death from starvation. X2 Dont need no company, need no economy. Dont need to hang around, This is a, No company town. No company
diets You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me Shit, I need the company (uh-huh) Apoligies
I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin through your town
On Saturday night When I was born Down on the farm Guitar plinkin' And we started drinkin' Till the break of dawn About twelve o'clock Everything get
of diets You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me Shit, I need the company Apoligies
And You already knowing life's a big fight Against time Man Crime minds Really shine Who's dying Is the kind Man When some of us Find that life ain't
walkin' the limbo Chemistry you can never cross with them Thinkin' inside that they either be as a mean ever polite [Incomprehensible] You can try to read us, you can try to beat us
at my funeral. So fuck you fake ass bitches. Cause all you wanted was my riches. I wasn't even rich. I made you think that. I was with a fucked up record company
' But nothing compares To these blue and yellow purple pills Dirty Dozen, eighty of us Shady brothers, ladies love us That's why our baby mothers Love us
' But nothing compares To these blue and yellow purple pills Dirty Dozen, 80 of us Shady brothers, ladies love us That's why our baby mothers Love us
an unfinished product of the teenage generation don't need no company need no authority don't need ya hangin' about this is my no company town don't
You already knowing life's a big fight Against time Man Crime minds Really shine Who's dying Is the kind Man When some of us Find that life ain't beautiful
, and green Big pills (That's ill) Mescaline [Chorus] [Hook] Dirty Dozen 80 of us Shady brothers Ladies love us That's why our baby mothers Love us
respected, we try to be wise We're not gonna drop a bunch a' bombs on everybody, blow up the whole world Over some little political difficulty or border dispute or somethin' Us
simple civil obedience Typically sick, little simple civil obedience Typically sick, little simple civil obedience (di-di-di-difficult isn't it) I'm a just man, with a company
Deck] I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin through your town
