ain't tryin' to feel the flames from the blast Respect a nigga cash My smile will rock niggas to sleep, pack heat Fuck the police, handle beef on the street On
ass, Whoo, the fuck up I thought I told you, put your meanest face on for me And them steel-toe boots, gonna stomp your ass Want it, hunt it, some old
a window, I need some wind Now I'm on the floor Nigga, leave me alone You don't need no more Too drunk to drive home! [CHORUS] [BIG SCOOB:] Got these dogs on a hunt
of it then keep on f---ing You know we cool (isn't that random?) when we come bout people get ready (hey isn't that random?) sound boy gonna rock you
We hold the seeds of metal And we scatter them around We'll eat you up - and spit you out Like a pack of wolves on the hunt We are the kings of madness
We hold the seeds of metal And we scatter them around We'll eat you up - and spit you out Like a pack of wolves on the hunt We are the kings of
a shotgun blast on the trader Baddest motherfucker both sides the equator Ready and available, heavily equipped Steadily my boat rock, but it never flip I'm heavy hand on
[Aesop Rock] On the train Watchin' the rainbows (thank you windows) I mean, it's all the same to some But that cityscape makes me numb Walkin' the wire
could tell the pet from the vet, money where his canine's spread And never welshed on a bet, that said, know the over-under On your local hunter and you
If you beat a dog for all his life You better pray he doesn't survive Coz every hit stays on his mind He won't forget till the day he dies He'll hunt
Your dress is hangin' on a hook on the door My jeans are lying in a pile on the floor, yeah Flat on my back, tryin' to catch my breath When we were rockin
Sukie honey, we're gonna turn back the clock To a time when we danced to volcanic rock We loved to hunt and kill That's how we used to be We drank the
it's poppin' mayne Hair pin trigger on a chopper mayne Just shine my rangs and fat chains Threw on my shades like Johnny Fontane Dip through the waves that I made on
[Lips, Reiner, Allison, Dickson] A shot in the dark On a New York night The dream of the hunter And the doomed man's fright [Chorus] Rock Roar In
we rock? WHY NOT?!? Why do we rock? ROCK! The Grim Reaper's toll TOLL! Why do we rock? WHY NOT?!? WHY ROCK? WHY NOT? WHY ROCK? WHY NOT? WHY ROCK? WHY
it ain't nobody that's fuckin' wid us on the street We reinventin' the wheel cousin the cycle dead We push the rock and we bark like we Michael Red I