Tekster:
G B H No Need To Panic

Sleep like a baby, my little lady. Dream 'till the sunrise, creeps into your eyes, dream 'till the sunrise turns on the day. In the avenues and alleyways

life I've been listening, now I wanna' shout. Electricity through space, Electricity through space. Electricity through space, .. saving grace of the human race. My speakers need

, living dreams for the last time. A lizard man with an arctic soul, and a skin of leather hide. Drank himself into the ground, rotted from the inside. Now Johnny B

Feel depressed, walking home, could have used a megaphone. Inanimate objects getting me down, mechanical failures all around. I shot the Marshall, in

doing all the plugs, jobs now are seconary to sex and drugs. Honesty is our only weapon, walls come tumbling down. There's a panic in the West, and there

I've been guilty too, I ain't so pure, you get a little bit, you just want more. Go on destroying what little we got, two steps forward three steps back

pack her bags pack her bags right Pack her bags pack her bags pack her bags left Your style is A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R,

Care Bare acting snotty. Where can it go? I just don't know, but check out this funky alphabet flow: it's like A-B-C-D-E-F-G- H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P,

this is Slob killa, I spell it out For you S.L.O.B.K. I double L.A. Crip nigga South Side Atlantic Drive makin' Slob panic Dippin' in a G With that muthafuckin