"Yeah! Let me know.(Whats that.) Myzery.(Word up!) Twiztid and the Insane Clown Posse.(Know what I'm sayin?) Formin a fifty foot voltron on your ass.(
The night was like any other I got a call bout the quarter of nine There was trouble at a roadhouse out on the Michigan line There was a kid on the floor
together, forever, forever Uh, ya The Lord is my shepherd, you haters can't harm me, I walk with his blessings, the angels be my army, of course there's a weapon on
ain't an army that could strike back Y'all know my steelo There ain't an army that could strike back Y'all know my steelo There ain't an army that could
Two dollar color pictures from a photo booth Dirty stepped on lying out on the floor of their room Faces fell long in the half light He looks all wrong
hold their eyes on the things I say 'Cause they used to catch, throwing down Gs on it We be stroking in the cab, breath on it With the meter still running, 'cause my knees on
Men Hand me any mic but have your army manned cause You know I go HAM Heroes Amongst Men Hand me any mic but have your army manned cause You know I go
There's an army on the dance floor It's a fashion with a gun, my love In a room without a door A kiss is not enough in Love my way, it's a new road I
together with the army at the door No one to do my laundry or to tell me that they're sure But there really is no me and there's no army at the door
sailors, they are rowing home All your reindeer armies are all going home Your lover who just walked out your door Has taken all her blankets from the floor
i'm tired of these contradictions council roads to revolution waves part, on they go walking fast, thinking slow days don't pass so calmly invaded by salvation's army
for it to open up explosions made of pus the water bugs are waiting in their armour by the door armies of those metal monsters crawling on the floor
sailors They are rowing home Your empty handed army Is all going home Your lover, who just walked out the door Has taken all his blankets from the floor
Joell Ortiz] you know they had to to put the papi on it like my fans, when I crowd dive, I'mma catch a body on it Leopold scope shotty on it I'm the hardest
you to death Dear Johnny, do you feel your best When you're strung out at night on your morphine and meth? Jackknife Johnny, you're a floor moppin' flunkie
had it coming There was no escape no running Her flimsy knees dona??t move Unless you break them in two Her head popped off on the tile floor It got
So of those who come, I can?t lose one So you will be set free, oh, you will be set free I go on and take my picture, go on and make me up Oh, I?ll still