Face the music de Crazy Town

Now we push rhymes, crazy rhymes,/ words forced fed to your mind trace the source brother, brother /face the music, don't confuse it for another/nothing comes close to this/ kiss the sky. these grands change hands as our fans multiply we push rhymes/ people gather round when we kick them go boy, shifty stick em/ ha ha ha stick em/ burning bridges , smoking ism,/ losing my religion/shooting the breeze, we got these mc's ass kissing/ if you can't take the heat get your ass out the kitchen/ i freak it off the wall crammin,' slammin', points of view into your fucking skull bitch/that's why we stick em.
Chorus: stick em ha ha ha stick em/ha stick em, ha ha ha/ stick em, ha, ha, ha stick em/ stick em stick em stick em/stick em ha ha ha stick em/ha stick em, ha ha ha stick em.
Well i tapped you on the spinal with an anesthetic/ epic is the definition written into grooves of vinyl/ it's called survival, when i drop the stylish into friction/tectonic traits drifting like the plates/ it shakes like the quakes in cali/ the mystic maharaji/ mission of the kamikoze come back kid/producer supper status/ i'm here to claim my rein as the baddest beat peddler/so place your bet middler/ the rough is a blaze and yo, were smoking out the fiddler/we're sippin on a hundred proof liquor welcome to the dooms day like the sun/no time to relax we pack the dooms day gun.
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Call me a drifter, richer when i hit you with the stick em/ i'm talking shit/ the pit starter a wanted man /the one who cuffed your daughter to my bed stand and i talk a lot of shit because i know a lot of shit/ i know, i said i'd quit but i just want another hit/it's madness pimpin like gladys/ the baddest/ maintainer status/ that is no question/releasing tension as we step into the seventh dimension/this jabber jaw's jaws are slapping/ we's what's happening/ the bones are breaking/and fingers snapping/ the pressure is on with non stop action/whether banging your head or steady maxing.
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