I've been watching you (A la la la la long, a la la la la long long li long long long) C'mon! (A la la la la long, a la la la la long long li long long
bad boys comin' fo' you [Inner Circle] Put yo' hand up on yo' head Jump up and spread Before I make a move and soon buck you down dead [Repeat 1] [Inner Circle
every other week he spins the bottle. Like every other week these fucking fanzines forget if they spit or swallow. Too bad your inner sheep never forgets to follow, cuz my inner
margin we fill their pockets & keep their bank accounts enlargin' no one controls them, they're on the inside of a structure built on bribes elitest inner-circle
This LikwidFest I be bustin out rhymes When Loot Pack's on your set we'll take total control of your mind feet body and inner soul Multiple beats to subject
other side Mudfilled trenches, barbwired fences Spotlights on the wall Guards assemble, fingers tremble As the sirens call But nothing's gonna stop us Till the inner circle
up your circle Before they hurt you, read they body language 85% communication non-verbal 85% swear they know you 10% you know they stories Man the other
right Or the chalk might outline ya one day You oughta try steppin' outside you one day You circle round yourself like you the answer To the question of your inner
20] Guy From Alabama: You wanna have a circle-jerk? Aynsley: The who? Guy From Alabama: Circle-jerk. Aynsley: A circle jerk? What's that? Guy From Alabama
from Middle Earth Uh, uh, and we will never surrender Four thousand years in the making And now the wisdom is there for the taking The inner circle is
river Styx Heed your crucifix The mudded corpses cry Howling to the sky Reach the other side Open wide the gate Enter the sixth circle of barren land
ripping -SADO-GOD! Hurt yourself, ride the snake Sexually insane, go fuck yourself FUCK YOURSELF! Crash into the other realm Sacrificing inner thought
fought, that Uncle Ray lost My big brothers and so many others I saw I'm just glad we got to see each other Talk and re-meet each other Save a place in
submit... [Chorus x2: Archangel Metatron (G-Clef Da Mad Komposa)] Here comes the angel of death, time to resurrect We represent, the other side of mirrors
me As so many other things have left The letter half-read The bottle half-drunk Finding Finding in the commonest objects of the universe A circle of analogies