the love in the world couldn't kill this rage And I simply love nothin' but this kill I blaze [Chorus: Woodie (A-Wax)] Let me take you on a journey (journey
journey We picked up a guy holding a sign that said, "Twine ball or bust" He smelled real bad and he said his name was Bernie I put in a Slim Whitman
is Bond, word is bond, fuck around and get shot As I flip, skip to the beat, on wax, and tax I react with tons of macs, a ball, and some jumping jacks
of a people built is so Jesse Jackson, Miss America a black one No more livin' for just a small fraction I was once told by the Dude that knowledge is a
no aggravation When you bump us, we bring the stimulation So hurry up and get your daily fixation But make sure that it's handled, it's a moderation One dose should bring you to a
you dyin in your own enequity Zu ministry, back washed kins set the mind free Come follow me on this journey as the flows reach the air breeze B-u-d-d-h-a
and mercy to recieve Pictures of uncommon nature, painted by a masters hand Draw me ever on life's journey, rendered thus to understand As a songbird
But then I said gimme that respect now your on my jimmy The Unholy, bumpin out your system My kinda music'll make ya go get a exorcism I took a journey
a lie Everything you trust, everything you know Will turn to dust, will blow away I'm cracking, I'm cracking, cracking I'm cracking into a thousand
't kill me baby" You might leave on a 12 to life journey Shoot his ass But you might do better with a good attorney Shoot his ass Take that oath on a
, you can't lose! It's for everybody, you included We hooked up a beat and a rhyme and eq'ed it We put it on a tape and took it to wax And then we - yo
we bring the stimulation So hurry up and get your daily fixation But make sure that it's handled, it's a moderation One dose should bring you to a
me go But if you did I would stay here In love there is freedom But it must be returned There must be sacrifice Love must be learnt A donkey, a mule, a
journey We picked up a guy holding a sign that said "twine ball or bust" He smelled real bad and he said his name was Bernie I put in a Slim Whitman
leads her to a large mirror from which he removes a dust cover and in which we see the image of CHRISTINE, a perfect wax- face impression, wearing
of a people built is so Jesse Jackson, Miss America a black one No more livin for just a small fraction I was once told by the Dude that knowledge is a
A-Wax) [A-Wax] Yo feel my flury Feel my fury Middle finger to the world Till I'm burried Heaven or hell Choose one or be a treat By seven I'm in a spell
bond Fuck around and get shot Verse One: E Double As I flip, skip to the beat, on wax, and tax I react with tons of macs, a ball, and some jumping jacks
