a lick mi like a honey comb - yeah As a king you fi rule your own throne Sometimes me have fi wonder how dem gal deh suh bucky Big time police she
Intro/Conversation: Yo son, whatcha think about those Peas, though? Yo, yo, I don't know, them dudes just be on stage, dancin and stuff... They on some
never fade and they always see And without fear, and without greed, Emotionless they view us logically The age of machines destined to rule all
crime Smokin the reefer to ease my mind Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks But Willie be servin dem dummies see Gotta buck him on down
rule is true Don't speak 'til you are spoken to Myself I do not hold with that I say you should ad-dress a cat But always bear in mind that he Resents
time we start talkin' Somebody else got a problem But we say fuck 'em [Classified] I mix this like black magic I got problems and bad habits I'm always
'll be on top Chorus Verse Three: B-Real Tequila Sunrise, with the bloodshot eyes My, my, my, how time flies and goes by surprise My mentor passed on
pain in a little piece of bread There's flies on their hands, But they don't care The hunger is the only rule But who dares to care You live your life
shattered, when people aren't always what they seem Shattered, shattered, when the ones that we rely on break their word Shattered, shattered, when people aren't always
without you I can't live without you And I'm in love with you Stood the test of time Though I treated you rough you were always kind I let my head rule
on I'll end up Six feet underground And waste away... It seems so frightening Time passes by like lightning Before you know it you're struck down I always waste my time
t waste your time On overzealous hypocrites Who call chaos a crime Eat the rich Kill the poor Worship always Your masters, Gwar Never trust your parents Especially when they're older Always
bloody way The Bloody Pit of Horror It feed on endless souls The carnage must be unimpeded Blood and souls are what is needed The killing goes on day
some fools, and breakin' all the rules The only rule is winnin', that means a lot of sinnin' Sinnin' feels so fine, you're running out of time! It's always
check my records, silly me, you know, I'm only God . . . The waves are perfect and the sun will always shine But there's got to be more to death than surfing all the time
in ya brain i wanna run with this hatchet we gonna always keep it wicked, shit gonna always be the same fuck the world, take me under bitch we tryna rule
window I see a storms coming, almost time to roll Screw the head on, come on, come on It's the thuggish, ruggish, bone Okay it's time, hit the switch,
Never met a force deadly as my own anger Clutch performer, raised on the blood soaked corners A real life with real tight heads, that prey on ya And not many last on