I wanna jump but I'm afraid I'll fall I wanna holler but the joint's too small Young man rhythm's got a hold on me too I got the rockin' pneumonia and
I grab your sack and give a pinch, Your penis shrinks to just one inch; Your balls turn blue, And, into goo; And then explodes a horrid stench.
I gave hip hop to white boys when nobody was looking They found it locked in a basement when they gentrified Brooklyn Left a list of instructions, an
My friend Steve pissed away all his years 'cuz he was slaving building cars Blood and sweat upon the gears all of his off time Spent at the bar years
The course set for complete oppression An explosive destination Fast forward ahead into time Technology metamorphasizing Beware, beware imposed serfdom
Feed me and rape me and rope me As a family we will hang together As a genus we will bleed together We have settled for less
let you down, No, not while I'm around. No one's gonna leave you here, I will always be near. Can't you feel this? It's like a kung fu grip kiss. There
I want to hear the drums and the sound of the guitar I want to be right there where the good bands are Where they are When I come home, I want that ringing
to see That we weren't who we used to be So now I'm trying hard to let go Let you go, but I can't seem to loosen my grip Trying hard to let go, let
It taught you a lesson, how to be afraid And how to understand your life is not a game It's more than a lesson, now you can learn no more from love Even
when i decided....... why should i care cause you weren't ther when whin i was scared i was so alone you need to listen im startin to trip i'm losing my grip
grip, yeah, get a grip, yeah, get a grip, yeah Get a grip, get a grip, get a grip, get a grip, get a hold Get a grip on life, get a grip on life, get
Big on the underground, what's the point of knocking me down? Everyone knows I'm already good on the ground Most of us stay strong, shit don't really
well, cindy oleo - the margarine girl she says to me, "i don't like boys" i tell her i don't like them either, she tells me i don't understand so i stand
I decided Why should I care? 'Cause you weren't there when I was scared I was so alone You, you need to listen I'm startin' to trip, I'm losin' my grip
Bone Bone Grippin' the grain From the front to the back Can you feel my woofer's bang Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall Grippin'
Talk to a man just to get a little work Then you talk to the hand just to get a little jerk Some people die, then they start to get old But I don?t wanna
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