you're dead We are trapped, make it violent The most bright, I'm assuming Love the smell of your bath (Back) Sci-Fi Half-Time Mr. you're on fire Mr
you're dead We are trapped, make it violent The most bright, I'm assuming Love the smell of your breath (Back) Sci-fi Half-time Mr., you're on
you might as well be walkin' on the sun You might as well be walkin' on the sun You might as well be walkin' on the sun You might as well be walkin' on
the face of intimidation We're reckless We're dangerous We're reckless We'll tear it down We're sick and tired of the status quo We're pissed off and we're
You say, you say, you say that you have 'em I say that you're a liar Sweet dreams, sweet dreams Go on, go on, go on, go on and dream Your house is on
Mr. Mojo risin', Mr. Mojo risin' Mr. Mojo risin', Mr. Mojo risin' Got to keep on risin' Mr. Mojo risin', Mr. Mojo risin' Mojo risin', gotta Mojo risin' Mr
Keep it movin' movin', keep it goin' goin' (Bring it live from the L.A.C., Mr. X to the Z) Liar liar, pants on fire, I won't stop rockin' 'til I retire
the niggas on the floor bleedin' Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize cause the ride get tricky See you got some niggas on your side That say they're
Oh, to be the fire, I am just a man Oh, to walk the wire, believing that I can Reach on down you're throat to tear it out Find out what the inside's all
what a sap I was [Roxie Hart] You double-crosser! You big bluffer mouth! You promised you'd stay... [Amos Hart] What're you talking about? You've been
soul on trial 'cause you lost it all to a tiny vial Look in the mirror when you tell me whose insane, who? Dirty king, dirty king, now you're strapped
lives Uncle Bob caught fire Those protesters are on strike Mr. Green Jeans is acting obscene 'Cause his Jello has been spiked Honesty is a liar The
're talking about the state of the art Mr Grover 'n' Mr Gillian You musta made a million The night that Frank Zappa caught on fire Could you tell us
Claim You Want War, Okay, On Guard [Verse: Young Tony] Ayo, Hey You Mr. Rapper Guy (You) When You In The Booth, Tell Me Why You Have To Lie (Why) Come On
when my jewels dangles Could see stars, like the Bangles When you approach me, adress me as Mr. like Bojangles Death Decepticon, bad intentions when we reppin on Microphones, step in the set and start flexin on
because you got the boot You're out on the streets (Looking good, absolutely) And you know deep down in you heart that that ain't right (Come on, come on) And, oh, you
the coffee See, when you're broke and unknown, your baby's mama clown you Your family down's you. Don't want your own kid around you You ain't shit.
