few I swing my fists and the cities all fall I've broken a law or two, I reckon I only missed a few I watch these long days pass through the bars, I curse the brass
get right And match ya panties with ya bras, get ya shit together Come get your hair and nails done, get ya shit together Hey, I'm off the scene with Louis the 13th Chains swing
and me the perfect foil Unified units to invest Patriots do not protest Swings and roundabouts on unfairgrounds Ground in the ground on the merry-go-rounds Swings
versatile my own place stay awhile we cant dance and we cant sing so we call it NEW JERK SWING everyones got their own damn thing this is it, NEW JERK SWING
out nigga Big guns and sharp knifes Revolvers 'cause automatics jam at the wrong time (I'm going out) Like fights with the brass knuckles Swinging belts
the fast track to enlightenment You must cleanse your mind and body You must get your head around it Must get your head around it You want to be ringside or in there swinging
hits And it kicks like that yo, it really does Was it number one hell yo, it really was I got the swing the king back in the ring Ladies throw their bras
very lovely and talented Suzanne Vega. (knocking) Come in. A small boy comes walking on the street as afar above him a gull swings with tiny, razor
claim to have rights Of the souls of our families Friends and ouur foes Fighting for true freedom But nobody knows Call us pathetic Call us all cracked Bring your brass
'll hoes come down To the big dick party Say, Lisa Slim Little pretty ass Kim I'm hollerin' at you, you, you That bitch and them I've been takin' ginseng Swing
piston unhappy pistoning you just lost me everything easy on easy money i just need everything mood swings personality has always been everything
Where can I stand in my uniform Wait patiently for the death of me Cannon fodder-six foot tall Big and brave, next to my grave Swings and roundabouts
[Kon Artis] You wont last long like weed in brass bongs Just another fag on sum sad bitch ass songs I shine sober 'cause Bugz is a soldier Beat that
secrets be like amazing Everytime I touch the track I swing my axe and stake it Speed racing through life world classLA let the tech splashMy lyrics hard as brass
I'm 3000 miles from home, I'm so tired and I'm all alone, It's a good thing that I'm single, wish I could swing all nite long, but I got a job with a
Under an old brass paper weight, is my list of things to do today go to the bank and the hardware store, put a new lock on the cellar door I cross em
, fuck you - now tell me what's the price!? 25 to life or you living? I'd rather you see dead Good riddance - your head fucking splitting Release aggression, swing
but so my bullets run faster Bustin off shots, got you clutching ya knot Try to plug up the holes, the blood is gushing alot Put on my brass knuckles