I know what this looks like, officers Please just give me one minute I think I can explain I ain't murdered nobody I know these words are so nutty But I'm just here to entertain How come your shirt is so bloody? There's a missing person, so what? He's

Tear the bastards apart We see them coming a mile away Gathered to kill on a desolate plain No fear in our minds Pure hate in our hearts Miscalculation of our strength their bane Take us lightly and we'll make you pay Pride left them defenseless

Closer closer to the top Looking down is quite a drop Let me have it all You set up a barrier Don't you know I'd marry ya Can't explain how you make me feel Don't you know I'm feeling real You have turned into a prayer I can feel I'm almost there

Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents Five inches long I'm out on the street again And I'm leaping along I'm dressed right for a beach fight But I just can't explain Why that uncertain feeling is still Here in my brain Why should I care

It's plain to see, you can't change me 'Cause I'mma be a nigga for life Why do I call myself a nigga you ask me? Why you brothers insist on usin' the word nigga? Don't you know that's bringin down the black race? Personally I think the lyrics are a bit

What is this feeling? What is this feeling I have in my heart for you? Ah, baby, oh baby Is one of the things I can't explain to you And that's how I feel about you You kissing me a thousand times Slowly driving me out of my mind, oh ho, baby, yeah I'm

It seems like dreams I've always have Could be, should be making me glad But why am I blue? It's up to you to explain I'm thinking maybe, baby, I'll go away Someday, someway you'll come and say It's you that I need Maybe you'll be pleading in vain It had

Living life, Life in the fast lane, Not that bad, No, we can't complain, Who's to say, That we won't keep it real, Hold on tight, Don't you dare let go, Now's the time

I'm coming out She's coming out You, you, you, you, you You gotta let it show Yo! I'm coming out Like the sun after rain Ready to shine no time to be plain

I'ma gonna show the way. Eighteen, balding, star Golden, fallen heart I'll be the one to show you the way You'll be the one to always complain Three in the morning, come a-bang-bang-bang All out of fags and I just can't wait Cancel the thing that I said