Das Efx lyrics
Das Efx lyrics
"They Want EFX lyrics"
Symposium Of Sickness lyrics
(Music: Owen) (Lyrics: Walker) An encloaking, dark epoch In which all life is now appraised Another valueless commodity On which the rapacious may feebly graze Indebted homage to their mammon Whilst the mort is the music of the meek Transcendence from a beautifully brutal reality Is what I seek... Noxious, sully dolour Is not the sentiment upon which we feed But precocious consc
(Music: Owen) (Lyrics: Walker) An encloaking, dark epoch In which all life is now appraised Another valueless commodity On which the rapacious may feebly graze Indebted homage to their mammon Whilst the mort is the music of the meek Transcendence from a beautifully brutal reality Is what I seek... Noxious, sully dolour Is not the sentiment upon which we feed But precocious consc
Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum, hon, I got the old pa-rum-pum-pum-pum But I can fe-fi-fo-fum, diddly-bum, here I come So Peter Piper, I'm hyper than Pinochio's nose I'm the supercalafragilistic tic-tac pro I gave my oopsy, daisy, now you've got the crazy Crazy with the books, Googley-goo where's the gravy So one two, unbuckle my, um shoe Yabba Doo, hippity-hoo, crack a brew So trick or treat, smell my feet, yup I drippedy-dropped a hit So books get on your mark and spark that old censorship Drats and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids The boogedy-woogedly Brooklyn boy's about to get his, dig My waist bone's connected to my hip bone My hip bone's connected to my thigh bone My thigh bone's connected to my knee bone My knee bone's connected to my hardy-har-har-har The jibbedySuper-related lyrics-jabber jaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um Skip the ovaltine, I'd rather have a honeycomb Or preferably the sesame, Let's spiggedy-spark the blunts, um Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX Snap a neck for some live EFX Well I'll be darned, shiver me timbers, yo head for the hills I picked a weeping willow, and a daffodil So back up bucko or I'll pulverize McGruff 'Cause this little piggy gets busy and stuff Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, honky tonk I get swift I caught a snuffleufagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff I got the nooks, the cranies, the nitty gritty fodey-doe All aboard, cast away, hey where's my boogaloo? Oh I'm steaming, agony Why's everybody always picking on me They call me Puddin' Tane, and rap's my game You ask me aga
Super-Related and I think it's bigger than books when reality steps in She's a gun with a gun Super-Related and I can feel you pull through me Reality surely leaves the choice in our hands I could be chemical, I could be a plasticproxypriest He's got more ends than means, more wants than needs Super-Related and I can see one Holy-Roller keeps looking over his shoulder but theMurda 4 Life lyricsn and I'll t-tell you the same 'Cause I'm the vulgar vegemintarian, so stick 'em up freeze So no Park sausages, Mom, please A-blitz shoots the breeze, twiddly-dee shoots his lip Crazy dazy shot the Sheriff, yup and I shot the gift And that's pretty sneaky, sis oh yep I got my socks off, my rocks off, my Nestle's cup of cocoa Holly hobby tried to slob me, tried to rob me silly stunt Diggedy-dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX Snap a neck for some live EFX Yahoo, hidee-ho yup I'm coming around the stretch So here Fido boy, fetch, boy, fetch I got the rope-a-dope a slippery choker, look at me get raw And I'm the hickory-dickory top of morning boogoloo big jaw With the yippedy zippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy blue, Yo crazy got the gusto, w
(feat. Ja Rule) [Memphis Bleek talking] Yeah, what y'all niggas want? Street shit,Memph Bleek shit,Ja Rule [Ja Rule] ya heard nigga [1]-[Chorus (Ja Rule) 2x's] Nigga's live with it money,drugs and murda for life Bitches deal with it,only lovin' them hoes for the night if you feelin' it,get high it's all right.But you can't get it tiThe Shit Is Real lyricshat up, I swing that too So nincompoop give a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain Like Roscoe B. Coltrane I spiggedy-spark a spiff and give a twist like Chubby Checker I take my Froot Loops with two scoops, make it double decker Oh Vince, the baby come to Papa Duke A babaloo, ooh, a babaloo boogedy boo I went from Gucci to Stussy, to fliggedy-flam a groupie To Zsa Zsa, to yibbedy-yabba dabba hoochie koochie Tally ho I-I'll take my Stove Top instead of potatoes, so Maybe I'll shoot 'em now, nope maybe I'll shoot 'em later, yep I used to have a dog and Bingo was his name oh, so uh B - I - N - G - O-oh You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, hon, so uh Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX Snap a neck for some live EFX
[Fat Joe] Yeah This is goin out.. to all the live motherfuckers, knowhatI'msayin? All the real niggaz Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens California LaBella Puerto Rico, wherever the fuck you from KnowhatI'msayin? Yeah This story takes place, back in the South Bronx where at the age of 14 I was already knockin off punks (yeah!) And suckers were scared to death -- every time I w