You'll turn away Calling back As you run Say it can It can It can be done You're the last continental bastard chosen son It may be a while Maybe two
You'll turn away calling back as you run Say it can, that it can, that it can be done You're the last continental bastard chosen son It may be a while
a Clayborne's up on the cellular, destroy your venue Serve you kids real hot on the menu You ain't ready, yo we blow your door up Rush the cash box and
Yo, Keith man I just turned off the TV man Kids out there be thinkin' they hardcore man We gotta do somethin' man, yo, do it Little girls, think they
slapped. At least a cow can run and be free, Omnivores for mediocrity. That tastes horrible!!!!!! (Ahhhh, my face!) No Grandma! Know Grandma! Gnome Grandma, ahhhhhhhh. Get patchouli. Get the dreadlock. Get
)} Yo, move recite chapters Rappers write scripts for actors Don't rap about the facts, till they attack the catch Handcuff the shackel, stand up get
yo Do it {Little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (4X) [Kool Keith] You got nine cars, tons of champagne, by the cases Two thousand people killed, fake murder cases
-suckin leech When you fall into my rhythm of speech Your hands get embraced with a touch of the bass Head get wrapped up neck get thrown in a neck brace
