Deodorant and Alzheimer?s? Deodorant and breast cancer? Forget it. You?re over reacting. Research shows nine out of ten consumers prefer the smell of
Become Become We've cut in, cut out The face of man Cut in, cut out The face of Time has given us no reason to live Look to the future and you will
in no nigga case and his paperwork. none of that bullshit. You heard what I said. yeah better believe it nigga chorus: Ima still do me be the same ol
(...the skill of Shaolin) RZA: Yes the good life, you know *clinks glass* GZA: What the fuck is that, hell's angels? *Ol Dirty singing in the background
to the model or make Now they're all the same no matter what name's Underneath the mud on the ol' tailgate It's a Cowboy Cadillac, mud grips, gun rack Factory
sound that'll blow your eardrums Lotus with 4 pipes nigga, listen I ride Q5 on factory It don't matter, your ol' lady still after me My name gon'
(Gary Baker/Frank Myers/Tracy Lawrence) This makin' a livin' is killin' me I work like a dog in this hot factory Can't even afford a vacation when I
ridin' to get far from Ridin' to a small town Ridin' to a small town Take me back to Massachusetts Take me back to Cape Cod It's them doggone big ol
eighty years later Two hot rods drag through the very same place A half million people They moved in to pick up the pace A factory full of people Makin
[killah hills intro features rza, ol dirty bastard, and "grey ghost"] (...the skill of shaolin) Rza: yes the good life, you know *clinks glass
enter the smoke screen blazing saddle remnants alive analyze pensive connect all picket fences like chain gangs linked digging trenches to candy land image factory
yet, I still keep this one And if you got love for 'em, watch yo nigga You can let 'em slip, I'm tellin' you this you gone miss 'em I love Ol Murl,
I like them starched heavy, big box Chevy Head till' I'm dead from my ol' girl Debbie Don't try it, buy it, if its factory, amplify it Might go Nitro
First time he saw the ground get busted He was ten and it was 1952 His daddy worked hard from sunup to sundown And the goin' got tough behind them ol'
the big smelly hippy, hello Mr.Hippy, nice to meet you hey Got a little shit between your toes, so how's things at the Ol' manure factory? How's little
babies I'm a hot fire boy and I'm gonna let em burn Straight from tha 17th point of no return And I scerm thru traffic in a Porsche on factories Hennessy
DORSEY: Iola Stover, will you discribe for the court Mr. Leo Franks manner in the factory? IOLA: He'll call my name I'll turn my head He got no words
