this little red button here is for? Ooh! I wish this song was louder! Ooh! I wish this song was louder! Evil policeman patrol the city They look for somebody to kill
you are going up or down Expectations go out the window when Mr. Woman comes to town 'Cos when you talk nobody listens You shoot to kill but you keep
saved me Brought me back Just to say to me Woah! There are asteroids in the sky brighter than you ever will There are humanoids that love money so much that they would kill
, carbines Mail order rifles Shoot the muscles Two hundred and fifty-six Viet Cong captured Two hundred and fifty-six Viet Cong captured Prisoners in
words is much slicker Under circumstances label advances Ample opportunity, infinite chances The rhyme, the unrelated beef, I don't stress I seen many killed
can't get no head at all And the Doctor looks on so annoyed You disappoint me, Mr. Boyd And the Electric Dwarf wishes he was six foot tall Now Romeo
the clock is ill when, faced wit the truth Parallels observing, amateur video tapes of Twenty-one top notch NYPD cops get ill Fill they minds not to kill
Jai) [Hook: Jai] I'm free from sin I win! I win! I'm free! I'm free! And no more chains are holding me! I'm free from death, Got power now, Me kill the
the scene Three crazy, gun-totin' niggas smokin' weed Talkin' about life on records was the whole plan So we put out The Phuncky Feel, (?) and Kill A Man (KILL
blue behind door one is you which proves the real enemy is the envy eaten by jealousy you're killing me and everyone I know-o-o is killing you
power supply, fuzz vapor, black out of New York, hey honey, get the generator I'm in a doom, doom generation, pacin', ancient electric secret never sleepin
Non-Phixion be the real hip hop We make you wanna kill cops Cats hatin, 'cause they know I finga girls twats You feel helpless, real jealous, we killed
is ill when, faced wit the truth Parallels observing, amateur video tapes of Twenty-one top notch NYPD cops get ill Fill they minds not to kill still
Swimming into a spiral Still you're singing Shine, electric city, shine In the cool of your emptiness Around the curve of your spine Come on and shine, electric city, shine Like six
At the vanguard of a juddering caravan, hurriedly galloping down a dirt-track. Six furtive figures, crooked as Caliban; Smuggling hope to the land of
up just go scuba diving and you'll see sea anemones coral reefs killer whales underwater snails sting rays manta rays plankton hammerhead sharks lionfish dolphins tuna tuna and sponges electric