 Three anums deep in trainfare, alond the path to badness.
Funk forged with blues to serve their ,
Charges of peace not warfare.
Into The Mouth he goes.
You've got to know
Into
The mouth of badd(d)ness he goes
Those who enter lost
Control
The mouth of badd(d)ness won't take this soul
Balldeep in damnation,
Stench born from segregation
It feeds on disillusion,
Must stop its mind pollutants
Into the mouth he goes.
You've got to know
Into
The mouth of badd(d)ness he goes
Those who enter lost
Control
The mouth of badd(d)ness won't take this soul
The Blues Warrior transverses and finds what he was told,
A body slain with suit intact with hints red green and gold.
A one headed beast approaches nor eared but all fight.
The Blues Warrior adorns the steel that which makes him The Brown Knight.
Solo 1: By Craigulator
Solo 2: By Brownsound
You've got to know
Into
The mouth of badd(d)ness he goes
Those who enter lost
Control
The mouth of badd(d)ness won't take this soul
The mouth of badd(d)ness couldn't break his balls
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