You'll turn away calling back as you run Say it can, that it can, that it can be done You're the last continental bastard chosen son It may be a while
You'll turn away Calling back As you run Say it can It can It can be done You're the last continental bastard chosen son It may be a while Maybe two
Yo, Keith man I just turned off the TV man Kids out there be thinkin' they hardcore man We gotta do somethin' man, yo, do it Little girls, think they
slapped. At least a cow can run and be free, Omnivores for mediocrity. That tastes horrible!!!!!! (Ahhhh, my face!) No Grandma! Know Grandma! Gnome Grandma, ahhhhhhhh. Get patchouli. Get the dreadlock. Get
)} Yo, move recite chapters Rappers write scripts for actors Don't rap about the facts, till they attack the catch Handcuff the shackel, stand up get
yo Do it {Little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (4X) [Kool Keith] You got nine cars, tons of champagne, by the cases Two thousand people killed, fake murder cases
-suckin leech When you fall into my rhythm of speech Your hands get embraced with a touch of the bass Head get wrapped up neck get thrown in a neck brace
a Clayborne's up on the cellular, destroy your venue Serve you kids real hot on the menu You ain't ready, yo we blow your door up Rush the cash box and