just wanna know if me and you can dip That's all Yo, yo, them muthafuckas just too damn hot Nigga like the pie in the window Cross the gun line and
when it come for you? I'ma tell you right now what my thugs gon' do We gon' lace our boots, and stand ready to shoot Kill up all them mothafuckin'
We fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed When our kite lines first crossed We tied them into knots And to finally fly apart We had to cut them
Their natural state. Don't be upset But most of them met A grizzly fate. Bugs Bunny spent his very last day In laboratoire Garnier Feeling a bit cross
Danny's on the drumset, Justin' on the bass Kelly's got the rhythm, while Aaron shreds the place Issa's writing songs again he's screaming them all
catergor'. Torture with a super soaker at the asian liquor store. It's the type of shit that make a Chris Brown wanna kick a whore That makes songs about
old time kings And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things Just a lil' something for ya block to sing Can you relate?, Do you feel me? Aiight then Mike Tyson style, animal
spanish angels dance soft and low in a blacked arcade But the lights are so bright as he crosses the room The band moves into the song He takes her hand
if me and you can dip That's all [Verse 4: Ali] Yo, yo, them muthafuckas just too damn hot Nigga like the pie in the window Cross the gun line and even
, easy come The golden moments, our lifestyle depends on your children, we're doomed if the war is over, all is lost Down the drain, keep fingers crossed
stomach, the other to certain doom. Take with you this helmet and torch. Let them be your guide! *Gives Lemmiwinks a helmet with a torch* SONG: Take
on animals And their swallow tattoos are fucking lame And cocaine is essentially vegan And they don't give a fuck anyway They're so vain, and yes, this song
GIRY appear above. They make their way down, meeting a pack of rats. GlRY screams and lowers her guard. The rats and the RATCATCHER pass them. GIRY
easy come The golden moments, our lifestyle depends on your children, we're doomed if the war is over, all is lost Down the drain, keep fingers crossed
overtime and he got a broken back Got three little sisters, one brother in Iraq And mom prays novenas to keep the fam intake But the song ain't a song
when we crush in the shower I love the neo-soul bitches Head wrap, vegan, jazz, spoken word bitches They be actin' so pure and mannerable Get 'em home them bitches turn to animals
lords livin like old time kings And old timers puttin young bloods on them things Just a lil something for ya block to sing Can you relate? Do you feel me? Aiight then Mike Tyson style Animal