trying to speak but stuttering You see for yourself, or you fuck yourself Ida know nothing no more. There are times when I feel like it's time To hold my nose and shut my mouth (shut
whining of a diesel down the interstate Dreamin' 'bout my little girls The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace Then we shut her down in another town Shower up
'm stepin in, Take control and feel the band Yeah that's right everyone jam. I'm that one that lights it up We red hot like fire trucks, Burn that book, that what up, Tell that DJ turn it up
cry) Get up,get up,get up,get up,come in my battlezone (Listen to my battle cry) Get up,get up,get up,get up,come on Have me come for (aaah my battle
taught me to pull out my wesson you brought And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta
Jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants Together
em up grab an EMT Think you better then you must be takin' DMT Dream on mothafucka I am thee MC Hard body flow cop my tape at GNC See, I shut 'em up like
And for the punks who don't like me let loose my dick Turn the noise up and watch me tear it up And if ya ain't singin' with me shut the fuck up I'm gonna
'll take her out Probably ice her out But I'm a kill her mouth See I'm from da Crest n dats n da south N I been a king Betta shut yo mouth I'm your favorite
wicked rock bands, or girlie magazines, or whatever. But, if you follow the chain of dominoes that falls down, what they're really trying to do is shut
balance on telephone wires Psycho setting fires Caught me naked in a tree Was it me, ICP Yes I sing in a rock and roll band "Yeah dude, what's up man!"
fuck up when I get my gun Respeta la metra Fuck the system, fuck their prejudice Resist Communista de lista completa Wipe, spit, respect Persistance Buck, buck, buck Five shots to shut
of Christmas past Toys R Us where I used to spend that Christmas cash And I still wont grow up, I'm a grown ass kid Swear I should be locked up for stupid
back, 24/7, 365) We jamming out, just playing some old-school Creed, I'm playing rhythm, he's soloing out on lead, We in a band-yo, It's called "The Rupert" band
: Fred: What's up with this fucking 'Ball Tongue' shit? Jon: All I needed was a Pepsi... Fred: You better shut the fuck up, punk. Jon: Whatever
, he's back D-A-double D-Y Fat Sacks Ridin' in the Cadillac Beatin' like some beat it up(?) The game dun' changed Out- Kast came to heat it up
be Sorry ass rappers, look I'm here ya'll can go You mothersuckers need to shut up before you get shot up Look I'm bout to tear the spot up I see your
