road [V.I.M. commercial comes on radio] [other] Oh and you need to get a license before you go criticizing my driving man [Kwest] She's just a girl man
gran puta se creen, estos charlatanes Now what the fuck y'all think? Y'all motherfuckers can't sing for shit [Mexicano 777] I put a hole two holes three holes
of Kurt Cobain" The man was an icon of Generation X A sound between Joy Division and NOFX (what?) Let's dissect this album called "Nevermind" Produced by Butch Vig of Garbage
The Sexorcist Check it you fuckin' bitches Stinky twats [Necro] I don't kid man I fuck Nicole right in her pink hole Then a pickle light up a nickle
burned to a crisp you won't know, it could be your turn to be stiff [Verse 1: Goretex] Ronnie call, said we gotta dig a hole for some pigs went to his
Gold clocks for megadollars, man An' these brothers, man Walked up to me talkin' about they was gonna stick me up Yo, man, let me tell you somethin', man
when I was young, stepped it up, not a juice, the 2- 5, u dumb f**k Pull a 80 on me baby, who you think scared I take the gun in the club, man I bring
' out on the corner of wetlands with a confederate flag for a headband God dam eggplants, niggas getting' me vexed man Cause I'm surrounded by garbage
from niggaz, I find the snub nose I come from 3 6 picture platinum clique And you cant sell three copies of your shit You smoke garbage weed, and cheap
[Intro: Trife Da God] Uh-huh, punch in, punch out Come on, aiyo, aiyo [Trife Da God] You'se a has-been, always will, always have been That garbage you
(feat. Sir Daily, Doodie) [talking] Who the fuck these niggaz talking to man These niggaz talking down on me mayn Man, let me wreck this lil' midget
was supposed to be here rockin this shit man You was supposed to be shinin nigga You was supposed to be gettin.. [Shyheim] I got too timid to bust those garbage
live and some sell garbage that's [God] Projects [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin [God] New York projects [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin [Method Man
me It's not me You're looking for the one who made you cry That's not me It's not me If you wanna stuff your garbage in that hole Oh, baby I'm your man
And I'm in love with a big black hole But I can dig it 'cause I'm a hound We got the garbage as our playground Well maybe in the future I can be your man
pin in that old, fat sun Bring the curtain down 'cross the sky This man can chew on some bubblegum And on that you can rely She waits outside my little hole
" Comm: Ok there was a black man a white man and a chinnese man The black man of coarse he was po (yeah) THe white man. He was rich (uh ha) And the
the cops, we focused on beefs Spittin' all we saw was stacks of rhymes written Elite, way too smart for the system of course We know a smart free black man