American black hole The life's too sweet to eat like candy Drain is now king, king with a sampler Hook me up eat like candy Shut the freak up and dance
Translation: Girls Against Boys. Black Hole.
his boys gon' be yappin' to the Captain And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again Back through the system with the riff-raff again Fiends on the floor, scratchin' again
, fellas, what Grab your left nut, make your right one jealous what Black girls, white girls, skinny girls, fat girls Tall girls, small girls, I'm callin' all girls
even stop In the back like that goin', top, top, top I won't say white girl, won't say she's black She's the kind of girl that make your knees go crack
zoot and smoking kills but fuck the warnin wakin up at 8 pm getting ready then doin it again drinkin bears blazin peng scanckin out till 10am bring your boys
mixtuer, the aplha, bet boys flickin' they flicks for the irrelevant, suck my dick bitch, a black man cant be happenin' and rappin' Iisk tisk, if perhaps you wanna go against
die Let's see that rat of fear go scuttle in their skulls Cover that eye, cover that frozen eye Black puppet in a heap up against the stonin' wall Black
the phone, again Surfing she's on the phone, again She's calling from America She's calling from America She's surfing, she's moshin' And the girls are diving And the girls
' He and his boys gon' be yappin' to the captain And there I go traped in the kit, kat again Back through the system with the riff, raff again Fiends on the floor scratchin' again
chase Put a end to yo' day Hit yo' set in the black on black With macs With red dots on 'em Will leave you flat Yo' moms with the black on her On the
get dirty You wanna go left, right, this what we do Well, it's the Nocka, The Chiz Rocker Party while I'm wine drinkin' My rhymes'll bust a hole right
wanna go left, right This what we do [Choclair] Well it's the Nocka, The Chiz Rocker Party while I'm wine drinkin' My rhymes'll bust a hole right through
the bed-lamp And mama comes in, she screams "hey you been out with that tramp again last night You know that silver-sequined arab black bitch The
Boys flash guitars like bayonets and rip holes in their jeans Then the hungry and the haunted explode into rock 'n' roll bands They face off against
