Red (In My) Head Smiling faces on the wall I took a walk down the hall I banged my fist against the door I tossed a quarter to the whore The Camera flashes
I had a little monkey, I sent him to the country And I fed him on gingerbread, along came a cho cho Knocked my monkey koo koo and now my monkey's dead
Burn the witches, burn the witches Don't take time to sew your your stitches Burn the witches, burn the witches Good is the thing that you favor, evil
Another night of too much cough syrup I'm awakened by the incessant ringing of a telephone I still have dreams caked in the corners of my eyes And my
Son of man, rise up son of man New York cities son of Sam With a gun in hand He reaps the women of our land Blood and family does his death depravity
Black Sun came and changed our name Made our lives this simple stain Drove the children from their chores Handcrafted housewives into whores Society
need to realize To each their own, get off your soapbox thrown Who are you to criticize? And it's so easy to be anti, close your mind up tight And you
Shocklee - sadler - ridenhour When I'm talkin' rhyme time To blow your mind time some say It's nothing worse than a verse To hear some nigger curse They
Riot fight Wait that was a false Riot fight Riot fight Riot fight Riot fight Riot fight, no we don't fight on Friday night Find a trail so that we can
Please allow me to be your anti-depressant I too am prescribed as freely as any decongestant We kick back and let the pills do the talking People hear
Tricky Why'd you fall sour over me? You know you have no power over me I get on your nerves so I twitch My friends call me "bitch" But that okay cause
Skin No I don't want love you, `cos I know who you are, That`s why i`ve been staying away from you, That is why I ever call, Huummm, I know that you could
the wizzord, you got ass ima whistle while you twizzirl, keep it live 365, got my chest out and my head to the sky but... Hook: I'm so anti social cuz
favourite word). It's heard in cries, it's heard in whispers, in the candlelight of ceremonies clandestine where songs are empty, words are anti-this and anti
charity Watch it become a trl calamity, soon to be parodied I stay married, to some d-cup breasteses With music, weed, and porno as my mistresses [chorus] We all weirdos, anti
Is hate really negative, is love really positive? It's not place to speak about emotion Other side of my face, dealing with devotion Who will want to
I spilled all the toothpaste, I'm starin at your shoelace, because your foots on top my head. I'm jumpin outcha window, under pillows, flashlights make
Dear Mama Good day I hope that when these few lines reach you They may find you in the best of health I doun know how to tell ya dis For I did mek a