ترانه:
All Insane Kids

you lookin' like lunch to me. 'Bout to kill all you bitches like Ted Bundy. Leave your whole head red like Peg Bundy. You're hilarious, thanks for all

re in Sorry homie, no win Check the facts Mexicans are still gettin pushed to the back Puerto-Ricans gettin dissed the same Won't speak on the Indians, shit's insane

what it would be like To live some place like you know Piccass, B Show, Ozzy and Harriet You know what cops coming got your Cat out of the tree All your

thats gon' tell y'all niggas somethin' wrong I heard you niggas don't like me, like me I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me I know where yo kids

to the record swap The kids were dancing to the Blitzkrieg Bop Bop-shoo-wop-shoo-wop-shoo-wop Bop-shoo-wop-shoo-wop-shoo-wop What ever happened to the radio And where did all

last days, so crazy, oh I Back in the day with little Lay and all the Bones, we got to scrappin' For pay, sometimes I miss when we were kids is all

bolts and tightened ropes I'm fightin' folk with no hope Earth got me locked now chillin' in the smoke house No doubt, no clout, now we're goin' all out Earthball that's all

poppin' all y'all, I'm watchin' all y'all Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some Money, I'm gonna get me some Say my nigga y'all, better get your

it twice/ makin this money for me and my wife/ niggaz is wana shut me down, what about the kids the kids the kids is great/ watch how my nigga we dominate