Yeah, I'm gonna show you So what if I'm fucking crazy? I'm gonna show you And I don't need your quick fix I don't want your prescriptions Just 'cause you say I'm crazy Loco, maniac, sick bitch, psychopath, I'm gonna show you, Mental out my brain, bad

Oh, pretty woman Can't make you love me No matter what I do Sure's the rising sun Says all your cheap paint and powder Ain't gonna help you none 'Cause she's a pretty woman Right down to her bone So you might as well

Never gonna give you up No matter how you treat me So don't you think of leavin' Baby, don't you understand What you're doing to the man? Girl, you treat me bad and I know why I've seen you runnin' around with another guy And you think if you hurt me,

And the fallen will get down on his knees You gonna face the mirror, you gonna seek another day And forever the man in the coat Then along came the mirror and the ripper What do you see in the night? Passing shadows that can scar your soul And make you

You're working for the clampdown Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong! (working for the clampdown) What are we gonna do now? Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew? 'Cause they're working for the clampdown They put up a poster saying we earn more than

I can't take it man. Hey Nas, hey hey boy, you see what they done did to Jimmy and Lee? Mmmhmm. Damn man. Sho' can't. You think this is gonna eva' change? Man damn this place man! Damn these chains! These damn Chitlins every damn night. This cotton.

Midget Saw, a deadly fate Chopped up limbs become shark bait Midget Saw, the pirate's code It says that both your legs must go Chopped to pieces Ripped to shreds You're gonna wish that you were dead! Who's that short man what does he do? He killed that

She's not a saint and she's not what you think She's an actress, whoa She's better known for the things that she does On the mattress, whoa Soon she's gonna find Stealing other people's toys on the playground Won't make you many friends She should keep

Well I only brought three, what you lookin' at me for? She's dressed in white and putting off crying Well you're the best man, so what's the plan? Why don't you talk to Matty about it? I said, I only brought three like I told you before We're gonna have

What can a poor man do, you know when the blues keep bothering him around You know, sometimes I feel, I feel like drinkin' me some gasoline I feel I'm gonna move on back down south, you know where the water tastes like cherry wine Give him a half pint of