play no high school dance Fuzz tone, hear 'em go, hear 'em on the radio Misfits twilight zone R A M O N E S, R A M O N E S, Ramones Bad boy rock, bad
I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush Follow me, don't follow me I've got my spine, I've got my orange
if you a true rider and a And a G and a G, I'm a G, I'm a G I'm a G, I'm a G, I'm a G, I'm a G Now guess who stepped through the motherfucking door Boys
't 'cause what I'm doin' for a livin' It's more because of what I'm doin' how I'm livin' Not to mention when I'm rappin', I'm just hurtin' niggaz feelings
m on skinnies, two with me Battle of Armi, '89 in it I'm blowin' on Phillies And yeah I'm high as fuck And the Roc's the realest click nigga I'm a buy
no high school dance, Fuzz tone, hear 'em go, hear 'em on the radio, Chorus Misfits, twilight zone, R-A-M-O-N-E-S, R-A-M-O-N-E-S RAMONES, Bad boy rock
.R.E.A.M. get) Yeah, check this ol' fly shit out, word up (Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here
It was so long ago, was it in a dream? Was it just a dream? I know, yes, I know, it seemed so very real It seemed so real to me Took a walk down the
C.R.E.A.M. get...) Yeah, check this ol fly shit out Word up (Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here
back B.L.U.R.E.M.I. B.L.U.R.E.M.I. B.L.U.R.E.M.I. B.L.U.R.E.M.I. Group using the loop Of another pop group Completing the cycle Until the teenage maniacs
Hey, comin' from where I'm from, I'm from Oh yeah, oh yeah Kids get killed in ghettos, shot up over the car Limos While they mom was at home, tears hittin
Sean, reserved We got a banger, let's club M U R D E R, you are Girl, you're murder Boy, you're murder M U R D E R, you are Girl, you're murder Boy,
like Necro, cut you like Kid Capri they call me Diablo let the gun smoke like Rakim say, kid I ain't no joke I think when I'm not city scapin this If
(sing chorus twice) he's the m.a.s.t.e.r of disguise, Watch him change in front of your eyes, the master, the master of disguise he don't play and
6-6, I'm back on my bullshit See clear through my third eye; it's gon' be a murda E'ry summer, e'ry winter, e'ry spring You think I'm bullshittin I put
.M.E.R.I.K.A. (Watching you watch me) A.M.E.R.I.K.A. , A.M.E.R.I.K.A. , A.M.E.R.I.K.A. , A.M.E.R.I.K.A.
M-O-T-H-E-R (A WORD THAT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME) Writers Howard Johnson, Theodore Morse I've been around the world, you bet, but never went to school
He's the M.A.S.T.E.R. of Disguise (oh right) he can change in front of your eyes He's the master, master of disguise He's the M.A.S.T.E.R. of disguise
