Yes, I's finished on y'all farm land with yo' boll weevils and all And pluckin' y'all's chickens, fryin' mother's oats in grease I's free now, thanks
lookie here friend of mine scratch like you need calomine flamingo boots soles a-creakin' still in love and Puerto Rican too ridin' on the wheels of hell smokin' up our axle grease
A palace of crystal on a postament of slime Rule of refinement, rats in the cellar Restless and climbing as slime and mud come Flooding Grace greased
off Ghetto bird be flying heat wave to bail out somebody get the bank cause the berries round about One last blast then we'll gauge hardcore Everybody lights out like a Nyquil score
hurry up and shut up, I'll kill ya so lay down and count to a hundred loud will ya? when the nickle gleam like its greased up thugs turn to icicles,
the diner diesel on the wind gorge ourselves on caviar when the boat comes in wait for someone neutral to reckon up the score grease on the walls of
I knew a girl named Rosalie, We used to hang out in the park, We used to score the system grease, From the fellas after dark. We used to sail the streets
im a mack ima hit the stage turn the page no turnin back you got one life one chance..this is it got a fat joint in my hand and now its lit ima grease
in grease. I's free now, thanks to yo', Massa Lincoln, emancipator of the slaves. Yeah, yeah, yeah, emanci-mother-fuckin-pator of the slaves. Four score I said four score
: I knew a girl named Rosalie, We used to hang out in the park, We used to score the system grease, From the fellas after dark. We used to sail the