Lyrics:
on Sepulveda
Anointed players who coin phrases, that's metal paper
Level layers, several shades of grey, submission for it
Milf lover under silk covers who
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
understand it
Their kids gone and even reach a man yet
I try to free the hip
Hop when I rapping lines
But every time I try
It ends up being crime time
Go
Steady, there's no skills down here
So there, you little punk sitting in your chair
Soon you're gonna know the score kids, I swear
(Ain't you
your friends get knocked out, turbuline wind
Punk'd out, what you want, take a look at my grin
I'm a fish you can tell by the flippers and fin's
C'mon,
You can call us names
Try to divide us
By trying to classify us
Call me many names
Tell me punk is dead
The more you try to bring us down
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
and Bone I
I didn't have a childhood how TV said I should
Kids like me weren't supposed to be
Stuck in 20
Stuck in 20
Time's been wasting by
Punks like us
heard about the pain that can be caused by cancer
Or any disease that leads your life to disaster
Though when he's a little bit cold the delicate punk I
and the fools (he makin' money)
With one hand that punk I could snap (ha)
The kid is so skinny
But, yeah, we livin' fat
Speaking of fat, would you like a diet
and the fools (he makin' money)
With one hand that punk I could snap (ha)
The kid is so skinny
But, yeah, we livin' fat
Speaking of fat, would you like a diet
Yo, when you hear me spit
Ion want your pity on the life I live
A lot has been discovered since i grew from a kid
And im still constantly learning
GRABS HER STUFF AND LEAVES.
SCENE TWO — MAIN HALLWAY
SCENE OPENS WITH SAM HOLDING A KID BY HIS COLLAR AND
PUSHING HIM AGAINST A LOCKER.
KID: LET ME GO!
of Fun
I burn hotter than the heat that's made by sun
Got a gun and a uzi
But it weighs a ton
It's B-Boy Punk Rock 2001
It's B-Boy Punk Rock 2001
I pity the punks that partake in the madness
Yangin' the young for their products and profits
The pushers keep pushin' on D and on Jump Street
I know an old man, he`s got a rifle to stifle
Any young punk, he hides it under his bunk
And I know a kid who`s been to jail
And he told me that
Manson, I'm a muthafuckin' thriller
Friday 13th's my birthday, so I was a born killer
Brought up as a trouble kid, devious shit's what I shoulda did
Mom
the ghetto go figure
Yeah she got macked by some dope dealin' nigger
Still seein' that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside
See all
golden sandals
Gold shield, war force field
Silver spear, jasper armor flooded with onyx
Silk garment, a silk cape, a nickel plate breastplate
A golden
Start off by saying that I am the greatest then question myself what kinda great is this
We live in a state of hell I'm in a state of mind
Where I
clear the smoke, and grab a fool by his throat
And don't let him go til he holla holla billygoat
Now Money Money Money B, once said to me
"187 why you
du bist jetzt leise Punk
Fick dich, ich bin ein Proll für die Mature
Fick dich, Mittelfinger, fick dich (jaja)
Fick dich
Wenn du mich immer noch nicht
what?!?
[D-Loc]
Who wanna step to this rip-hop shit?
Ain't nobody fuckin with this punk rock shit.
Nowadays its like its getting colder from the kids,
What
fuckin' mad at you
But if ya bitin' don't be frightened kid
I'm sorta likin' whatcha stealin'
Your open wound style needs some healin'
Checked out by my
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