you down and white-washed your face, Well, we were playing the king of the hill, yeah We'd start an avalanche and see who fell, well There I was standing
there are those of us who work and we make up the masses slaving for the corporations raking in the profit someone's got to take a stand, someones got
too late see I hate everybody - Everybody hates me I hate everybody - Everybody hates me We work so hard just to lose Thats why we're building up walls to put up
't see - Don't speak - Don't feel - Don't think Compassion is a myth The sad truth - Is ignorance is bliss Cut from a heartless mold Stand up - Let the
Reservoir Dogs The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch Plus, the Bombazee got me wild Fuckin' with us is a straight suicide
lots of fun load you down with patriotism and send you out on a suicide mission you believe the shit they stick in your head it's your own damn fault you wind up
on the moon and gonna shoot billboards into space pretty soon so that when I stare up into the smoggy night sky I can see the golden arches floating way up
to acts descending (tight) cats know the ambiance calm beyond comparison captive, passive spring loaded serenity I'm trying to give this city acupuncture shovin one-way pins in subway systems stand up
it that you're tired of my scratchin' and drums And of couse I wanna expand to the maximum So I inject in one more element to that of L.L Came up with
t stand it With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch Plus, the Bombazee got me wild Fuckin' with us is just straight suicide 10, 9, 8, 7, 6
stand up at a cricket convention. But what they'd die for is it the same machine that leaves the quality of life poor An abominable colony of cyborgs. Clogging up
like Reservoir Dogs, The Green Eyed Bandit can't stand it, With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch, Plus, the Bombazee got me wild, (Fuckin with us) is a straight suicide
life in peace But it was never meant for me Suicide machine Locked up in this cage Suicide machine I don't understand Suicide machine I don't understand Suicide machine
stop and stare, you are paralysed by a blinding light wake up- on steel, you are lying on your back held down- with clamps, there's a machine above you
usin machine squitters, blatt that triggers my tounge, i li li licka nigga that, 4 fiffa, liffa nigga, hole clicka, the lord call for ya soul, its time to go, pick up
Bandit can't stand it With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch Plus, the Bombazee got me wild (Fuckin with us) is a straight suicide [Verse