Round four He'll ask me for my hand And then round five We'll book the wedding band So by round six Amber, much to your surprise This heavyweight champion
In the same hospital where Biggie Smalls died The doctor said I had blood clots But I ain't Jamaican man Story on MTV and I ain't trying to make the band
Your Looking To Stand I'm camouflage in the bushes, Fly in ya mind i'll show you how to look it, Rock's in tha band like OH GOD, MY GOODNESS, I'ma tell
camera flash, cash only homey And not jammed till the band done, the champion You never will conquer the champion, ooh, ooh You never will conquer the champion
crib, my cars I love'em all, boss lady she the head bitch in charge, she ask for head first so she gets it off the top, champagne pop, rubber band knots
a story, Cats cook in their hide-away labratories Let it simmer, bubble and slow Beers in the bin, Blood in the bowl Never... My office desktop is... and... My band
Nine Diagram acid black evil red left his Mic half a dangle, seriously man My mic clapper def wish, everlasting plan Heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner Night champion
I am the entertainer and I know just where I stand Another serenader and another longhaired band Today I am your champion, I may have won your hearts
it when they hear the champion sound Anybody loving music up in your town Know it when they hear the champion sound Love it when they hear the champion
and a fashion slave Try to dance away the Piccolo night The bartender poured herself another drink While two drunks were watchin' the fight The champ
to get their first ??? we just love to call it home and that aeroma that u smell around ur feet thats so unique we call it bourbon street we got a band
is sport Music is sport The feats are the test, they're like the musical Olympics Or like grand final meets without the seats It's band vs. band in
areas of the country; clearly Celtic territory in the language and music, and a place I must visit again soon...We arrived a day early; band et al went
the show. I sat her down right next to me and I got her a beer While I mixed that sound on the stage so the band could hear The more I watched her watch
Now roll them cases out and lift them amps Haul them trusses down and get'em up them ramps 'Cause when it comes to moving me You guys are the champs But
I'm a Spartan, go ahead and throw your spear Slap failure in the face and still show no fear They say no show but I show like chea The champ's here,
and the kids you beat up on, it's not about who's been here and for how long, since when did style and social status decide whether you can like a band
said? Was it some idiotic game we fucking played? Is anybody there? Does anybody care? Does anybody see what I see? We used to work together, band helped band