awhile And anyway I never lied. My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L. Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D. `Tis a long-suffering shackle Collaring all that rebel
now, Everyday I gotta cut the radio down Sound like another pac or an O-Town You can't have a contest or a show down When two cats got the same kind
violence and just bring it on, willld Verse One: Lauryn Hill Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me I keep a wrap about
want a taste of everything Your going too fast, you're gonna crash But you know you'll survive So much to fight for Lots of flags to wave A rebel without a
now as a chemist recital A fairy tale rap, from cast as American Idol Wanna-be's, it ain't a gangsta bone in em The type that twitch, when you take a
in the studio Rough like sand paper but cooler than Coolio Attitude of a gangsta: don't give a fuck Got the strut of a hustler tryinna make a fast buck
'I'm gonna O.D. I hit the roadie I'm in a popband' He said 'Remember James Dean was looking pristine in comes the benzine out goes the rebel without a
the violence and just bring it on, willld Verse One: Lauryn Hill Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me I keep a wrap about
my flannel shirt looking confused A voice in the bushes say, "You got that look, I'm from Geffen records How'd you like a million bucks." O woh ho
of the horniest devils I'm not Violent J but I'm a psychopathic rebel Just a bud smokin panty feelin' P-Town kid Got a 77 slant nose V-dub biatch Well