Ooh, gonna be like a dog Lay flat on my back Pull my feet off the ground Ooh, let my head hit the sack I'm muscle in plastic Nyjinsky's bad move Just
번역: 바우 하우스. 플라스틱 근육.
Gonna be like a dog Lay flat on my back Pull my feet off the ground Let my head hit the sack I'm muscle in plastic Nyjinski's bad move Just a white
can't come back I'ma stick to the facts Fuck it if I don't go two The homies know that Face stay true And though I've got more muscle, my sounds don't
fake pain and call'em over and play dead And make a fist full of hair out the nurse lady's head High on sedatives again put me in a tiny place, chin strap muscle
and Lynch Kill a bitch nigga quick And run a train on his bitch nigga [Verse 3] I wish these niggaz would try to rough me for the chips I got metal muscle
of the toe tag, lowriders an' body bags Earthquakes, police with automatics an' nerve gas Learn fast or get left behind quick You testify, you get wrapped in plastic
have to get right out of here You have to get away I had to pay the doorman Just to let me use the door I had to use a muscle man To pick me off the
the ones who die meaninglessly And the newborns who get fed intravenously Somebody's mom caught a job and a welfare fraud case When she breathe, she swear it feels like plastic
you like it or not It's gonna get hot When you shift the light fantastic You got to press some muscle To do the hustle To the shiny muse of black plastic
razor blades And press them in they flesh Take my pitchfork up outta the fire, soak it down in their chest Through the ribs, spines, charcoal the muscle
be pressin em up in their flesh Takin my pitchfork up out of the fire soakin it down in their chest Through the ribs, spines, charcoal and the muscle
I see your perfect body and your face You think you're the perfect human race But you are nothing than a fool who is just acting cool You plastic-surgery
a pageant like Jean Benet Be found in the basement dead the next day Choke her best friend with a Jawbreaker perhaps A valedictorian shot gunning the Pabst Take muscle
Magic kingdom, right at Main Shattered link, food chain Tomorrowland in a plastic can Monsanto: your house of the future In a working class Alabama
windows, striving just to be people with bitter ideals of justice. Do we only need to keep working because it pays rent? Sleeping under plastic stars glued to a ceiling, muscles
and she's attracted to older men And they seem to like her back But she's intelligence Billy's a football star And he drives around in his muscle
I wanted to elope So we could make some isotopes With a half-life of a million thousand years If I suspended my trachial dilations till you returned here My muscles
