forget if i drink so much beyond regret say please and say thank you you you you claim i don't mean it at all you're the perfectestest feeling that i ever knew, you
crawling down your walls i am the invisible man. i never get involved but doing the best i can i really really like to hurt you but invisible can't i really really like to hurt you
me i knew everything please forgive me scribbling dead lines of diabolic dreams i caught your comet tail as you, we're passing through the * night * skies * * made you
by. these people KNEW freedom, these people knew why. and so on. and now: i am explaining all of my feelings to you and now: i am explaining all of my thinking to you
in their mouth You need to break out, if you got herbalz in your mouth Come now son, you got herbalz in your mouth The her, the her herbal her ah erbalz You
the freaks that'll make you say (Daaam!) Alkaholiks got the freestyle to make you say (Daaam!) Alkaholiks got the rhymes that'll make you say (Daaam!)
Intro: Tash] Yes yes yes yes yes yeah-he-ha-ha-ha! Back to drown ya'll motherfuckaz! Who we got, we got, we got We got the Liks, we got the Liks, we
yours You can get with this, or you can get with that You can get with this, or you can get with that You can get with this, or you can get with that I think you
you later by the cat And you can't beat that with a bat [Chorus] [Verse Three] Now you can get this, or you can get with that I think you'll get with this yes
pain of thousands. Crucify, crucify. Bring us back medieval centuries. Without you we all have to die. Save us from the evil storm. You know the answers
you will be the one Ohh, Shake your heart babe, I know you wanna be... Ohh ohh here we go now, You know I wanna be... Ohh ohh here we go now, Nothing
you what think I'm a snitch But I will the order for them to smack you up Clap you up, yo money lone we snatch you up Think you hide where, I got family
the desk of Budz Distribution/NYC Next thing you know, I got a single on wax And an offer for a job in New York so my bag was packed [Chorus: Scratch] "Yes yes
you probably wish you was It's a few haters, but damn if I ain't gettin' love You see my fan base (yep) You see them quotin' bars You see them bringin
I'm struttin Cause you know, and I know, ain't no future in fronting Or fakin when you're funking, flunkie you're flunking Ring the alarm because you'
s not what you think! (It's not what you think...) [Verse 3: Classified] I know you gettin mad 'cause I call myself a hip hop star (yep) You ain't ever
wasteful hateful, you know like ungrateful Mr Potatoe Head- I made you "yes I made you, Mr Potatoe head I made you I made you, I made you Mr Potatoe head
show more than knowledge of self I got knowlegde of you, to know you a wack em-crew (You mean wack emcee) Nah, a wack em-crew, see you a crew of wack niggaz You
