Lyrics:
I Like Bugs

might have a bruised one Brass knuckle prints? Yes, I used some I ain't here to boast, I don't do that When I talk it's straight dope, pure facts I rock

reporter that I don't like No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, shit I don't like you, WHAT

' attention I try to sing along but the music's all wrong 'Cause I'm not, 'cause I'm not I swat 'em like flies But like flies the bugs keep coming back But I

, it's always like Na zound, wa zee, wa zoom zoom zee When I pull up in my whip bitches wanna talk shit I'm driving I'm glad and I'm styling In these

were waking They were stuck like legless bugs there In a mucky mire of mud where They were stabbed and left to squirm Like lost and lonely wiggle worms He's dead and naked I

of the runnin' Running from the law, baby you gotta believe me I said I'm tired, said I'm tired I said I'm tired, so tired, yeah I said I'm tired of

But I'll know where several are If my dreams get real bizarre 'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar I'd like to make myself believe That planet

and glaciers Bugs and trees were your food then No pajamas or doctors And when I finally get to sleep I dream in Technicolor Well, I see creatures come

Something I always wanted to take what you give. A hard metal hammered to a shape that you fit. When I beat up miss fortune told her to get out. I sold