Tekster:
Madness Dont Look Back

You cant help the way you feel But realise that this is real... Look Back..... You cant help the way you feel But realise that this is real... Are

You cant help the way you feel But realise that this is real... Look Back..... You cant help the way you feel But realise that this is real... Are

Fuck checks we get paid in cash We the lords of the underground dine n' dash Fuck that put ya ass on the table Thoroughbred bitch get fed in the stable Back room look

way things are and I can't change...them. It's the way...there is no cure... A lust we can't control, it's a rather sick position dont'cha think? In

the one to slap that taste in ur mouth rip ur tougne out wipe my ass and shove it back in ur mouth spit strink rhyme runs dead come back it will be deadly

So don't look back thats all right don't look back until the morning light Don't look back to hear the noise don't look back until the madness turns

I dont sleep much, 'cause when I close my eyes I hear cries from my potna's who lost they lives Visions of bloody brutality's reality Gotta stay focused and hope it dont

But then I looked and all that I was searchin for was present The final destination used to be my main question But then I looked and all that I was searchin

Dub sacks an Coniac Helps me deal with these phonies Busters sellin for G's that I stack From the back to ponies I got hommies with L's on they backs