Can we fight to save our souls? Protect the hive from enemies! March on, worker bees! Know your enemy! Follow the herd mentality! And we'll march... along, with our blindfolds on And we'll ride... the rails, with our pistols drawn Can the Lord... above,

The General Lee I'm the Gerneral Lee, A pistol pumpin', steel belted cavalry. I'll never let you down when you're riding with me; Buckle up and I'll show you what I mean. Take a look back there: Sirens blownin', red lights flashin' everywhere; I'm a

Pistol of fire Go hug your sister Ah, where is it you want to take me? Ah, where is it you want to go? Ah, wrapping up the morning's coming Ah, home before the rooster crows It's gonna tickle Shattered the frame Go love your sister

On some rodeo man Best thing he ever did was leave ya You better pull yourself together Tina, I swear you're better Than just waiting around Don't talk about him, Tina You gotta get yourself up and dust them boots off Ain't no use in staying sad or

Pistol of fire Go hug your sister Ah, where is it you want to take me? Ah, where is it you want to go? Ah, wrapping up the morning's coming Ah, home before the rooster crows It's gonna tickle Shattered the frame Go love your sister

Molly's Chambers gonna change your mind You want it She's got it She's got your Your pistol Molly's chambers gonna change your mind Free, that's all that she could bleed That's why she'll never stay White, bare naked in the night

I don't be fuckin' around on that microphone Niggaz know I get it in on that microphone "The-the-the mic, the-the-the microphone" Too many Indians and no chiefs I pull out the pistol when I pull no piece I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes Lookin'

Everybody got problems! Everybody got shirts cause they nigga got murked Everybody got issues! Everybody walk around with a big ass pistol All my Detroit niggas! All my L.A. niggas, where ya at? Throw your hood up All my N.O. niggas! All my BMo niggas,

I am ready, ready as anybody can be 'Cause I'm ready, ready as anybody can be I am ready for you, I hope you're ready for me I am ready for you, I hope you ready for me I got an axe handle pistol on a graveyard frame That shoot tombstone bullets, wearin'

Johnny you're too bad Now you're lootin' now you're shootin' Boy you're too bad One of these days when you hear a voice say come Where you gonna run to? There will be no rock Walking down the road with a pistol in your waist Walking down the road with a