in Super freak meaty bone tones discreet goncha leave is a sweet sensation (egg is I) forsaken take over in the making live wire retire all great men
rusted wire Up there on Pilahatchee Bridge Just a crazy roughneck's daughter Jumped head-first into the water Baptized away my sins Hitched to town with
leap over a buildin with the greatest of ease Get up and rock the party like you wouldn't believe Get everybody goin they'll be gone with the wind
fight fire with fire When there's one too many chiefs, all the indians conspire And somebody gotta go so I can take it higher Cause I'm a live wire, underneath
of dick You can keep your muthafuckin' TRL I stay with my army in the underground and stay real And burn down your little TV set String Carson up with razor wire
me know that you rep that, plus get you out of a death trap You need it for living cause I'm the king and I'm giving you the permission to get with a
frequencies Speakin' about operatin' frequently With keys from Colombians and Dominicans You silly men, traitors, snakes and reptilians Niggas act like dumb animals in pit full and cock fights
be on TV We know bad publicity'll sell another CD Fuck with that, fuck with this and I fuck with the crys Only fuck with the dough, never fuck with you
Who get money with Leyor, Kevin Liles? (Who?) Joie ie, LA Reid, Camron Giles (Who?) At the round table with Todd Moscowitz (Who?) Who the man? You the
that but let's go black When they put you in the trunk of the gold hatch Oh yeah, with the cold rats but back then I even came back with rabies But
In the transport jumpin inside the Jansport An unruly game We ain't care who we blame Shit was all the same until Juli came with a moody aim You know the mayor nigga A fight
kept it inside the Jansport A real hooty game, we ain't care who we blame Shit was all the same until Guili' came with a moody aim You know the mayor nigga, a fight
had blocks in the eighties Six months, five years for you just to cop out Ninth, tenth grade is usually when *** drop out Fights break out when you wired
the eighties Six months five years for you just to cop out Ninth or tenth grade is usually when niggas drop out Fights break out when you wired and start
Just a still town girl on a saturday night lookin' for the fight of her life In the real-time world no one sees her at all, they all think she's crazy
're never the ones to fight or to die And there are lives in the balance There are people under fire There are children at the cannons And there is blood on the wire
misleading the choir The punch line is a natural disaster And it's sung by the unemployed Fight fire with a riot The class war is hanging on a wire
kneel is real What rhymes with Cornelius? Helium The "Cor" is before a kneel, a kneel The "I" is an "E" in us, in us He's ready to fight but not to