'll shoot all those responsible A righteous burst of hate Dirty psycho cockroaches Ruining your life Touch your precious children Abusing your wife Pedofiles and rapistes Society
autopsy Getting high patients with perfect health Flesh palpitating organs to extract Bright kidneys, spongy pulmons, dense liver Juicy spleen, red meaty
train ride Is sixteen coaches long Yeah the train ride is sixteen coaches long You say you wanna change society but you live on You say you want change society
down, and my DJ too Because we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew Takin out MC's on the 1, 2, 3 No matter who they claim to be in society Because
bold and try to ask for a fee I say, "Please hoe, it's all about me" [Heather B] It's not the star spangled banner or the red white and blue but the
this nigga slippin' Tell all the Cripalette to get into the ?? You gon' tear it get this motherfucker and trap Slobs in I can't stand a nigga wearin' red
he says, and he stops "One of us had better call up the cops." And so Patty calls the cops And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there
' around, They wus in the air, They wus on the ground. They wouldn't gimme no peace. . . So I run down most hurriedly And joined up with the John Birch Society
ways to get paid Better, keep, fake, i.d. Sure yall don't try me It's murder, I'm a server Lyric life sentence Relentless, a menace to society Full
leather jacket I can see the traces, oh You show a bit of empathy You'd be better off in space babe Using some kind of telepathy I'm a reject of the society
the air [ERule] Hear my synopsis, I drop this Generates thoughts of born-awareness of the here-and-now Buildin a poem with many spearin out Society inflaws
Never Settling Down Concrete Cancer In Your Empty Town Brain - Ticket Brought Me To...Hallow Ground [II. Doomed Man] I Am Society, The Ghoul Of