instrutmental
My dirty it's our turn at bat And just as long as we livin, it's Lunatics playa It ain't nuttin wrong with that, huh - batter up St. Lunatics- I'm the
batter batter, swing batter batter, swing batter up Swing batter batter, swing batter batter, swing batter up Swing batter batter, swing batter batter, swing batter up Swing batter batter, swing batter
[Mad Child] Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery Skulls are shattering this is Assault
[Swizz Beatz] Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer
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(Heaton/Rotheray) There's a boy with a brace across his teeth White socks, tattooed underneath Bus tickets crunched up in his palm Stood there he's
I believe in the one love nation I believe in the human integration I believe that there's magic up our sleeves And now it's time to spread it around
[Swizz Beatz] Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a
Expression that I have to fake This situation on the other hand Is a matter I cannot comprehend When plugs don't spark in the dark I'm chargin' up my batteries
Hey Is there something I can do? You broke your heart in two Many pieces Now you gotta put it back again Now when you're trying to make it through And
, batter, batter; swing, batter, batter; Swing, batter, batter, swing. Swing, batter, batter; swing, batter, batter; Swing, batter, batter, swing. Swing, batter, batter
Styles like Al Pacino Reno until the carcelino The mad dino with the cambino, the gambino Digger than Jim Colisemo More reservoir dogs than Tarantino
Heftur me? gaddavir i kjaftinum Sem bl??ir mig L?stur er loka?ur inn i buri Dyr nakinn ber a mig Og bankar upp a frelsari otaminn setur i ny batteri
up the fight, not Carol White Cathy come home, where have you been? It's been so long since you went away From monochrome to the silver screen The Battersea
I woke up on The Battery on a Charleston Friday night With my dirt-stained Corduroys and Balances crumpled up by my side I said goodbye to my company