Tekster:
Wired All Wrong End Of All Things

welcome to the end The end, end of all things Waking up so welcome to the end of all things Waking up so welcome to the end of all things Waking up so

E-T-T-O I got a posse who's airtight, quick to fight And got the power to continue or end the night And if you stepped on wrong, then you're a done kid

a grudge Interrogating me for days on end and I won't budge I'm on some Eddie Murphy raw, baby, it wasn't me, shiz Wrong place, wrong time, I was there

rifles in the temple Holding my bludgeoned-to-deranged cups, my triple doors tucked Flip a little wrong tough, it's the right stuff or the wrong stuff Wrong

wrongs. Batteries not included, these things attack, Model ZX goes for your sack. Big metal teeth ain't too friendly. Mechanical death? That's not for me! All

Why oh-oh why oh? I get so dizzy I wish you'd kiss me Why oh-oh why oh? I know it's all wrong The feeling's so strong What to do? what to do? what

in Just remember - that it's only love Ya - that's all Ya it ain't easy baby But it's only love - and that's all CAN'T STOP THIS THING WE STARTED

of your busy day You could have the full rich experience of parenthood Without the mess of the real thing It's called Video Baby From Creative Programming Incorporated Offering all

all your teeth back.. .. I ain't no fuckin mark Made all my money workin bowcutters in the dark Snatch bars and cars and vice grips Long handled sledgehammers, saws and wire