Lyrics:
change the world, we swore with sincerity
but a few years down the line punk proved a false reality
minor threat, 7 seconds, s.s.d. straight edge
for this? Sometimes I'm "Paranoid" like Ozzy.
See it used to be punk rock for about four years,
I played lead guitar, we dissed Britney Spears,
yo
From the crown of notty hair that I wear to the funk feet
Wonder why the sisters dig the brother missin five teeth
Peace I gots to rock so pass
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
truly genuine
Don't be a hard rock when you really are a gem
Baby girl (girl), respect is just a minimum (minimum)
N- and you still defending 'em
Connection A, click, what?
My dick, chick
I smack a fish if you thinks
My connection ain't thick, dick
Headed like a punk whip
I travel miles with
that front door
Enough of it punk bitches I know you dug it
Shit ya rougher then boulder rocks labeled granite
Stoney elite fleet jeeps take me home
but I'd be broke
By the punk, I'm opening up my trunk
To reveal debt, living it up my life is like a story
Yelling it, 'cause nobody else is telling
its the juggalos runnin' this up in bitch so Stand clear
Why do I call my self a juggalo punk
'cause we roll through the hood with politicans in
a punk and never will I be one
This ain't the season, so tell me what's the reason
For a white man rollin' on the side and he said:
(Freeze nigger) with
what the hell you doin' in my house?
Get your ass off the floor, put your teeth in your mouth
Now everybody better be gone by the count of one
Look,
worth me
Knock your fucking teeth in
I rock the Polo hoodie while
I lay tracks with Marco
Lay sacks till my fingertips
Darker than choco
Used to hang
"At 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (Repeat 4x)
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
3, 2, 1 reasons you'll never be this raw
My crew is representing for
with what I know I should do
Yeah
Nilz asked if I wrote songs for her
We only kiss at the punk rock shows
We haven't talked in years
We haven't had any
thoughts out of your head
But you let them in
And what's the point of being in a punk rock band without your best friend?
He always wears that stupid hat
I
thoughts out of your head
But you let them in
What's the point of being in a punk rock band without your best friend?
He always wears
that stupid hat
I
locked up, love pickin' the odds up
Love not comin' home, love to be boxed up
I'm from a town where kids could pop up
Little punks in garbage
yeah (Yeah!)
Mess with the prince, put you in a hot seat, I'm the comro kid sinkin' bullets in their teeth
like a clicker done wild, done rock
(Crowd cheering)
[Mr. Majesty]
This is Mr. Majesty representin' on behalf of the 7th Sign Regime (Laughs)
(Yea, yea, yea, 7th Sign Regime
All you chickenhead hoes get yo
Ass off the floor
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
I got gold teeth nigga
I'm from the street nigga
You got some beef nigga
Yeah
All you chicken head hoes get
Yo ass off the floor
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
I got gold teeth nigga
I'm from the street nigga
You got some beef nigga
Yeah
(yeah, ah)
Pay attention (uh), four on the baby come back then leave seven (uh, uh)
Guarantee into the rec' yard, I got the weapon (ow, ah)
do
Todd English Pub
Seven seconds to chug
Free beer, plus this girl
Only seconds to love
But I wanted it to last
Now I need some help
I want more than
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