These new friends of yours Speak of ashes and dust Where are they taking us? Feels like the end but we're just beginning These new friends of yours Won
po-po had (?) some Betsy Ross, B-B-back up off the wall, satisfaction in my clause, satisfaction for my dawgs. I need passion from these broads, in the club do your
combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp Break your concentration, murder your
think I had a pretty good life here, just plugging into my machine for the day, then watching Templevision or reading a Temple Paper in the evening. "My friend
silent. As we seated & were darkened The Voice continued: "The program for this evening is not new. You have seen This entertainment thru & thru. You've seen your birth, your
And you'll be sitting in the can (While she what?) While she fucking on your friends (Uh huh) Spending all your yaper (What else pimp?) Riding round in your
Icicle-bound barren township Call barren moon childs and proud gimps to clinch this chemical war pig Delinquent sinkin like a paper tugboat Well beneath your
wait to face ya, mutilate ya Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!] My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of
the day, then watching Templevision or reading a Temple Paper in the evening. My friend Jon always said it was nicer here than under the atmospheric
you'll be sitting in the can (While she what?) While she fucking on your friends (Uh huh) Spending all your yaper (What else pimp?) Riding round in your
