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Travis Barker
Travis Barker


Background information
Birth name Travis Landon Barker
Born November 14, 1975
Origin Fontana, California, United States
Genre(s) Punk Rock
Pop punk
Hip-hop
Rap Metal
Alternative Rock
Rap Rock
Post-Hardcore
Electronic Rock
Drum and Bass
Ska
Years active 1993—present
Label(s) Atlantic Records
Geffen Records
Interscope Records
Hellcat Records
MCA Records
Associated acts +44
Blink-182
Box Car Racer
The Aquabats
Expensive Taste
Eminem
Lil Wayne
Asher Roth
The Game
The Transplants
TRV$DJAM
Website Website



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Travis Barker Album


Give the Drummer Some (03/15/2011)
03/15/2011
1.
Can a Drummer Get Some? (feat. Lil Wayne, Rick Ross, Swizz Beatz & Game)
2.
If U Want To (feat. Pharrell Williams & Lupe Fiasco)
3.
Carry It (feat. RZA, Raekwon & Tom Morello)
4.
Knockin (feat. Snoop Dogg, Ludacris, E-40 & Dev)
5.
Jump Down (feat. The Cool Kids)
6.
Devil's Got a Hold of Me (feat. Slaughterhouse)
7.
Let's Go (feat. Yelawolf, Twista, Busta Rhymes & Lil Jon)
8.
Saturday Night (feat. The Transplants & Slash)
9.
Cool Head (feat. Kid Cudi)
10.
Raw Shit (feat. Tech N9ne & Bun B)
11.
Just Chill (feat. Beanie Sigel, Bun B & Kobe)
12.
Beat Goes On (feat. Cypress Hill)
*
On My Own (feat. Corey Taylor)
*
Don't Fuck With Me (feat. Paul Wall, Jay Rock & Kurupt)
*
City of Dreams (feat. Clipse & Kobe)
*
Misfits (instrumental) (feat. Steve Aoki)
. . .


[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 get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

[Game]
Boom, guess who stepped in the room
Dressed in black diamonds like a f-cking monsoon
Back from the dead but they never found my killer
So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson in thriller
Iller than most emcee?s cause I be killin? ?em
Most emcee?s turn into ghost emcee?s
Yeah, give a drummer some
If 32 seville when that all black Hummer run
Face off, Nicholas Cage with a gauge
I?m famous for killin? rappers, my style, grenade
Cook shit like Rae, the chef Raekwon
The beats are filet mignon without the A1.
Who walk like a pitbull, You? who bitch please
I ate your favourite rapper?s heart out with a 16
Didn?t hit the switch on something with fiends
Make money with Ruff Ryders, homie, thats Swizz Cheese!

[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 get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

[Lil Wayne]
Bang, guess who checked in the game
Smoke in the air like LeBron James
Running this shit like he Ron Dayne
Pull out my dick and just pee on flames
She on Wayne, but she ain?t what I be on
I?m Leon, I pee on you pee-on?s for eon?s
I?m in my prime like Deion
I?mma shine like neon
I?m a Lion like Leon
But I?m ?bout to go off, cause that is all I know of
I don?t have to show y?all, I?d rather show off
Yeah, Travis on the Drums
Travis on the beat
Wayne got the smoke and Game got the heat
Weezy F I?m an F?ing star
Haha, get it? I?m an FN star
Ha, and it?s the Rock you bastards
If I?m the rockstar, will rock you bastards

[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 get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

[Rick Ross]
Tupac and Juice riding ? on the loose
King James round my neck, haters wish it was a noose
Long Maybach and I wish it was a coupe
Kush out the jar, car smellin? like duke
Quarter milli on the seat, yeah I know I?m a goof
Designer underwear she knows I?m a goose
Got the wide body I?m a fat muthaf-cker
In Swahili I?m screaming ?stack muthaf-cker?
Ya homie won?t stop until I decide to
Until then I?m making rollie?s for the homies to ride to
Smokes on the folds, folks wanna know
Bitch I?mma boss, best foots on the blow
Keep the hat pulled over, Big P on the front
Travis on the drums, big weed on the blunt
Being Savage where I?m from, Girls manage from the jump
Don?t trap me like a punk, Travis handing me the pumps, so?

[Swizz Beatz - x2]
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 get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

. . .


Your mind's all a flutter no pigs on the gig, no swine for the supper
no wine in the cupboard, everything of mine must show signs of the suffer
And keep you oppressed to the other, struggle
To keep it all fresh like tupper
One of the tougher ginger bread men out the cutter,
Skin ain't Huck Finn but I ain't Nigger Jim mother fucker
I'm more like clubber from the upper cut of the gutter
Never can't tell I won't bow down to the cow like Calculta
That ain't what I'm rapping for, I'd rather be a matador
So tar, tar, rev and roar
I know that sounds fucked up like a
But there's no roof clips if I lose so I choose
To keep on seeing red like crips in...
Ha!
He the guy who rise to eye pools
I keep it down rise to harpoons, ...to the sign of rise up
it's time to rise up,...it's fucked up,

Hey I'm right that ... I ain't ... the best, oh
... niggers just yell at me but I got ... oh
...down on the ground ...
If you want to bug, if you want to chill, if you want to...
if you want to joke, if you want to spit ...

Been around the world the things that I've seen
these things get turned into things that I sing
things stringed together with similes in between
then ming with the thing
since little green marines I
... jing ming, dream, bling, ring, bling, ring, oh

...singing that ... somebody to love rap...
better stay on your scene ...
...I got the ... fly with no wings

I must admit it I am chained with the best, oh
... niggers is jealous... but I got ... oh
...down on the ground ...
If you want to bug, if you want to chill, if you want to...
if you want to joke, if you want to spit ...

Success is my friend, who knew that when I grew up I'd be just like him
Expect my roar if you reject my wim, errect my law, respect my pim
I bring the pain, ... I bring the pain
...jump the family one of my best friend,
Try and kill us all your deaths breaks in, I'll just reply with excess winds
Please God correct my sins to protect my kin, as they keep thinking
... my leg...

I must admit it I am chained with the best, oh
... niggers is jealous... but I got ... oh
...down on the ground ...
If you want to bug, if you want to chill, if you want to...
if you want to joke, if you want to spit ...

. . .


(feat. Tom Morello, Raekwon and RZA)

My …turn search cavie X 3
Check …
The rhyme tempest, like lightning fall spears go down from mount Olympus
Beat on your hand like a Travis Barker simple trash
… a … for development

I’ve never see it on the world war, you see it on the block, n----r
… turn search cavie
My …turn search cavie X 3

Feel the wrath soldier…
We like the air force generals with guns but ..
Take it for …
Taking shots for the b-----s in the stands, we’re clear

But we cop guns …

From the hood to Bahamas
… this is getting rap, tattoos of Destiny’s Child

My …turn search cavie X 3

Energy, energy, buss like here boy, from here to infinity
…tap down in Tennessee
I’m the enemy
… metaphor whore, I … like the jigsaw
Scroll in my hand, walking …
The weight of the truth in any man’s cavie …
My …turn search cavie X 3

. . .


i'm sitting in the .. smoking while i'm driving
you would get ... i'm smoking on this ..try to get it
.. don't get it, repeat, you?ll never gonna get it,
she say she gonna keep on close on
i'm not a drumma but this time is gonna be ..on
i told her, let me .. then i .. then i ..

chorus:
tell me that you're here, you're knockin, knockin', knock knockin
i'm .. you feel, you?re droppin', droppin', drop droppin'
...
tell me that you're here, you're knockin, knockin', knock knockin

i'm swaging like ..i become the rapper you'd better keep the ...
'cause i'm the best so they got me ..so clock..and watch this miracle ..
'cause they got ... ..like lindsay lohan, this is a .. in cadillac ..
they try to turn me down and just .. like no man
...black man radio ..especially when busta rhymes scenario ..
..carry on ...

chorus:
tell me that you're here, you're knockin, knockin', knock knockin
i'm .. you feel, you're droppin?, droppin', drop droppin'
...
tell me that you're here, you're knockin, knockin', knock knockin.

... to the bridge, the light ... from the label ..do with it
...gotta keep it real which i can't fake it
and my style is so unique...gotta one piece to my mouth
.. before i had the chance to speak...

[2 xchorus:]

. . .


[Mikey Rocks]
its the humpdy dump truck big wheel wall crumbler,
if money did talk yours probably be a mumbler,
the bumble bee color kush burning in the bubbler, puff,
brother rocks dougie but its uglier on that other stuff, im saying no, weighing only about 175,
i sound like a heavier guy, but we high, so high-five,
behinds and nice thighs, and the sun beamin', flicking on the old blue beamers hoodie,
and woody allen couldn't see it with his glasses on,
at homecoming getting drunker then the chaparron,
and dont you hate when you go into a place and somebody need a I.D.
cause they left it at home, you feel bad if you go ahead and leave'em, so you
try to swap it out and hope the door man believe'em,
yo he payed cash, send a check to him directly or money orders, every dollar
four quarters

[chorus]
while i drive, break, shift.
??????
and they all jump down

[Chuck Inglish]
and i just touched down, with [?] sized clouds, louder than that pound,
like your neighbors at your door (growl), dog take yo job off the floor,
meet your neighbor chuck daly, hes the liveliest coach, bless his soul, its amazing though to save his [?] but
to see he saved that color, mike rock got the range, had it flickin last summer,
size 900, with the turbo runnin on it, gold bbs's in the zone as a nexus supposed to be flexed on your niggas last summer, chill, we ain't have to move a muscle, had a court case
pending and we hit the ground runnin', get'cha rap together you ain't talkin bout nothing,
[juice lips?] sink ships, and you aint
talkin bout none of us, and its 45 back on my number 9, '94 cant touch these like its hammer time

[chorus]

. . .


[Hook]
I tossed I turn, cant sleep at night
I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite
It seems that I can?t win this fight
Hands together if you there tell ?em leave me alone
Devils got a hold of me
Devils got a hold of me
Devils got a hold of me
(Devils got a hold of me)

[Joell Ortiz]
Pen in my right hand, beat on repeat
He hates when I?m writing so the thing on my nightstand starts ringing, lighting up,
vibrating and all that
I don?t wanna see no wall crack
I just wanna perform at the biggest place in the World cause I?m dope like them four packs
Sitting in, writes on my window sill
Making sure everything stays on chill
? wearing all white ? Sayin? pay yo bills
So that raw metaphor that I thought of before
I don?t remember no more cause I just ran out the door to meet a fiend by the store
And I heard ?so you off touring??
I turn and seen his whore that I used to fiend for that aint never let me score
Looking at me like I?m something she aint never ever saw
So a one hour run somehow turned into 24
Wifey callin?, I hit ignore
My priorities is poor, listen Lord

[Hook]

[Royca Da 5'9']
(Nickel)
My life is like a box of chocolates, I work hard for it
Plus I am awkward, uh
I am an addict?s son, plus I am an addict son!
I am an 8k addict, uh, Travis drums
I am the lead done factor thats why I got an edge on rappers
I am red rum backwards
I see your crew and get deep so you can respect it, jump me
I signed a deal with my maker, Satan?s my record company
I got a k canon, I buy chincillas
My bitches rocking luci-furr after they say Tannon
Now can you say tannon better yet say Dannon
The coupe look just like yoghurt, I fly I aint landing
I am the bank bandit
I got a buying problem
I goes in and walk out with all the money but I aint rob ?em

[Hook]

[Joe Budden]
I?m talking, I?m talking,
He talks, I listen
GPS on my position
Just living, just hanging out with the opposition
Can?t take the heat, get the f-ck out the kitchen
Stupid, ya?ll, think it was just me
I belong in prison crazy by my own admission
On a mission to grab a podium
Let me tell the public that I?m self-destructive
I aint looking for no help, f-ck it
Look for a way to get high
I?m still alive, 6 million ways to die and still a few more left to try
?
We just going back and forth feeling like tenants standing underneath rain
What are we sayin?, friends and family wanted me to change
But its too late cause my feet is getting comfy on the flames, check it
I don?t wanna be another n-gga with no gold
No fame, success, n-gga, no hope
Sleep in the corner in Soho
My uppers down, its no dough
F-ck it they aint put me under yet
Think what you wish I aint got one regret

[Hook]

[Crooked I]
My automobile is not a Bentley
He knows that my pockets empty
The devil, so consequently he gotta tempt me
Standing on the block, you should not offend me
I rock a semi, like Prada Fendi, I don?t think the spirit of God is in me
Just wicked wispers of scriptures, satan is narrating
I heard you got a safe in your crib so I?m there waiting
Nobody safe in your crib, when I?m in that staircase I?m bare-faced
Possessed by what you possess, I?m hell raising
And I just left somebody?s father a quadriplegic
Told em not to move or get shot to Egypt
He did not believe it
He?s losing blood and I?m cold blooded like I?m anemic
I need a doctor I?m psychotic maybe I should watch The Secret
Or see a Priest and I might just chill
Or will I blow ?em outta the confession booth like on Righteous Kill
Kill, kill, kill, God when I write this will
I hope I seek some forgiveness cause my life was real

. . .


[Intro]

[Busta Rhymes]
Before I
Tell ya that im in it just give everybody a movie
They never seen imma hit ?em with another elbow
Let me get up everybody, on your mark, so ya ready? Lets go
WOW! Ok, here we go again you see the way I?m blowin and
I?m like a mangala the way I be mangalin the beat
they call me DRACULA then you see the FANGS goin in
WOW! Uh huh, everybody know that imma come and imma go
Then I gotta(??) my show
keys to the ignition and step on the gas
and bust a bottle a pour me shot in my glass
where we at where we at WHERE WE AT?
And we back up in the building and we coming with a scorcher
Yall aready know who it is its Busta Bust and Travis Barker
Back seat of me see we gotta go when we hit the fire trucks everybody better know
That we bout to let it blow and we gotta get it you, everybody if your rollin wit me
(Lets go)

[Hook- Lil Jon]
Hey, lets go, lets go, lets go
Hey, lets go, lets go, lets go
Hey, lets go, lets go, lets go

[Twista]
I already spit it to the rhythm of the piano so now I gotta give the drummer some
Put the T up on the track will be phenomenal cuz when it come to havin a hit imma have another one.
Blink 182 times when you the Twista with Travis, madness
Kind of like a savage, grab it and murder it with the ? blood
Im a canvas and its kinda incredible how I spit it and get up of middle intricate piles of a kick drum.
Diabolical, the lyrical flow that?ll swallow if you theoretical thinkin that you can get some.
Imma hit?em with the Lamborghini flow with the speed of a Bugatti
I?m from another planet when I spit a verse with the weed in my body. And imma?
Hurt ?em every time I get up in the booth, sippin on the liquor 182 proof
Mad when they that shit they neva let me loose outta the cage and seem what imma do
Its Twista the jace and the rock on the track, and hit cha with the Midwest flow
Even if you aint ready yet, all I gotta say is ready set, (lets go)

[Hook]

[Yelawolf]
Drive by, hit chu with the two piece combo while I?m hangin out the window of your Daddy?s Lambo
Scramble eggs, I got scrambled ammo, leave you on top of the water like a banana boat
Yea I?m an animal, everybody?s edible and Yelawolf is headed fo? your arm and hand and yo?.head, I?m a cannibal.
BUT if it?s a man (?) so I can fuck and antelope
Soooo, send him to me in a minute when your finished and ill put him in a vice grip
ill put an end to the image and send it (?) fuckin with the mic grill
(?) pull the trigger back in a submarine with sub machine loaded, in an ocean, high deep, keep him on the submarine imploded
cry my name mothaf-cker bomb an osis, me and im sick in the prog(a)nosis,
got more bars than 45(?) and I put you behind them and I?m like adios bitch
I can make your mamma really proud to know me, and your buck daddy is kinda lonely.
Give me fifty bucks in penny rolls just to be in one of my videos yea homie lets go.

[Chorus]

. . .


every night is a saturday night (repeat)
saturday not for me

been on city boulevard broken and neglected
when the sun sets expect the unexpected
listen to me closely i am gonna stay shut up
.. upon the smell causing …in a necked city
things can go so wrong city or no city
..two male were knocking at my door

every night is a saturday night (repeat)
saturday not for me

i see things a little different through the blood in my eyes
you might fool the mothers i see through you in disguise
all rise i am getting by no lies i am getting high
i am not worried about the next you can bet i will get mine
..my old lady got .. on my hip
we live the three way .. but i know we are still on the hunt

every night is a saturday night (repeat)
saturday not for me

i was moving town to town
and never gonna slow us down
never .. up never a sign.. born to ride
i got a monkey on my back is a cause of reminder
let’s me know i need to let it go there are no survivors
till i .. rolling i am getting high
my lungs and my liver are begging me to retire

every night is a saturday night (repeat)
saturday not for me

. . .


(yeah, yeah)

Relaxed and I'm thinking did I forget to mention
I'm sitting on a location, I call it new station
Destructing my best hope is
Mother f*ckers ain't got no life, no vision, no ambition
No will to do a damn thing, they often speakeasy and talk down on a nigga make it shinin'
how is that bubbly?
so menstrual psychology
Tamponing, stressful overloaded jealous niggas
I'm in my own world, literally no bullshit baby!

Chorus:
I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now, whoa
I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head

Ain't nobody tripping on, I'm cool, relax
I keep my mojo on, damn no turning me off
I keep making that money, that money, that money,
Yeah, keep my mojo on, damn, no turning me off
Ain't nobody tripping on, I'm cool, relax
I keep my mojo on damn no turning me off
I keep making that money, that money, that money, yeah
I keep my mojo on, damn, no turning me off.

Chorus:
I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now, whoa
I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now, whoa
I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now, whoa
I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now

2 x Bridge:
They stay living right in their own eyes, in their own lies,in their holes
We see beyond the hate, we see a poor soul who hasn't been told they only know what they've been shown


2 x Chorus:
I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now, whoa
I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now, whoa
I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now, whoa
I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now

. . .


It's that raw shit
That'll start a mosh pit
Head bangers get to spazzin' out
And be like, "Aww shit."
[x4]

This that war tihs
From the King of Darkness
Can't stop this mob shit
Awfully heartless
In a minute, toxic, caustic
Coulda lost your optic
With a millimeter boss
Get soft in it
Pissed off this mosh pit

Einstein, Tech N9ne shines
Behind thine rhymes
(I'm signed to mine flyin')?
To find fine wine
I can design lines
That'll get me to climb dimes
(Pieces, them fine beetches
Never tweet and just grind blind)?

Get up out this pit
You without sickness
Better get in the back of me
Before your mouth get split
Never look at a killer nigga
When you're on the curb
?????????
Get to pokin' out
With some ladies do
Think they man enough
With a gun they be through
But if Tecca N9na said
He (crew)? with it
In a blink, I would do
A 180 too

(We off what we all)?
Sick and (frost pit)?
Everybody bosses and y'all is
NAUSEOUS!
Be cautious
We all trip and raw
It's brawl til we fall in this mosh pit
AWWW SHIT!

It's that raw shit
That'll start a mosh pit
Head bangers get to spazzin' out
And be like, "Aww shit."
[x4]

In the middle of nothingness
I'm the light in the void
Sittin' on big rims, swollen
Like they been takin' some 'roids
You scared partner
Cause you look kinda noyed
Like I'm about to put hands on you
Like Pretty Boy Floyd

I got 'em sick mayne
Somebody call a specialist
Tell these haters, "Fall back
And get up off that extra shit"
Who want what with us?
You gon' be the next to get
Smashed up but your (cuffers)? on it
You'lla buy the naked shit

Quit acting like what it is is
And it's gon' be
And you got no say in this situation
It's all me
They know me well from Third World
To Zone Three
And we gon' take this movement
From Long Island to Long Beach

Two trill, Wes is on the horizon
So when the sun shinin' on us
It shouldn't be so surprisin'
You know we plan on you demisin'
So playa you gon' be six feet and under
While I'm 300 feet and risin',
BITCH!

(We off what we all)?
Sick and (frost pit)?
Everybody bosses and y'all is
NAUSEOUS!
Be cautious
We all trip and raw
It's brawl til we fall in this mosh pit
AWWW SHIT!

It's that raw shit
That'll start a mosh pit
Head bangers get to spazzin' out
And be like, "Aww shit."
[x4]

. . .


I'ma just chill, lay low and stay breezy
I hear these streets is so...
That's why I get high, I'm in the cool, finger in the sky
Doing about 100 in the fast lane windows wide open
Doing about 100 in the fast lane windows wide open
Screaming I'll fuck the world

My baby mama tripping, my son need Pampers
I'm skitzin for a cigarette, my lungs need the cancer
My liver's asking where the liquor's at
And more money more problems is the anthem
Sing along if you know this song
A ex con turned good forced to turn back hood
Turn loose to a world no good, every application rejected cause his record
A lot has seen this movie to the credits
Living in this ghetto with no question
High blood pressure, stressin', high gas prices searching for a high...
Some people turn to the church and search all hope
Looking for that ribbon in the sky
But there's a chair and a rope for most who can't hope
And I know when their last tear cry, goodbye

I'ma just chill, lay low and stay breezy
I hear these streets is so...
That's why I get high, I'm in the cool, finger in the sky
Doing about 100 in the fast lane windows wide open
Doing about 100 in the fast lane windows wide open
Screaming I'll fuck the world
Hey man I'm sick of lies they keep telling me
The bullshit propaganda that they're selling me
I just caught another felony and mama saying this time is all on me
She ain't bailing me out, no money for a lawyer so I'm stuck with a pd
Reppin' on the side with a cd, I keep asking him how does my case look
All he do is tweet and update his facebook
I had a fight last night on a... gave me 6 more months, I'm looking at a year
Say he want revenge, I'ma show no fear, don't make me have to earn another tattoo tear
Dear God, I wonder can You save me, because these 4 walls got me going crazy
My shawty about to my my baby, so me I gotta get it no if there's a maybe so fuck the world

I'ma just chill, lay low and stay breezy
I hear these streets is so...
That's why I get high, I'm in the cool, finger in the sky
Doing about 100 in the fast lane windows wide open
Doing about 100 in the fast lane windows wide open
Screaming I'll fuck the world

The game different, these young bucks got it twisted
All this snitching I came here with it
I just seen... who hug they kids and kiss their wife on a visit
These young chickens out here bumpin kittens,... and skinny jeans they're out here switching
Mike... listen, the glove listen, the moon walk...
The earth shifting, the earth speaking, earthquakes in China tsunami in...
I'm trying to circle the... but try and kiss it
If you believe all you can be then why enlist in?
All you... without permission, open your eyes and ears, people listen
The last days is here dawg, the time is ticking
Until judgment day clear, I'ma just

I'ma just chill, lay low and stay breezy
I hear these streets is so...
That's why I get high, I'm in the cool, finger in the sky
Doing about 100 in the fast lane windows wide open
Doing about 100 in the fast lane windows wide open
Screaming I'll fuck the world.

. . .

Beat Goes On

[No lyrics]

. . .

On My Own

[No lyrics]

. . .

Don't Fuck With Me

[No lyrics]

. . .


the call .. the way to view my life
20 cylinders is more for any .. pipe
fuck every bitch worthy in the east coast twice
call the badders a whore and one to turn ?
triple beans in nipple rings
this thins is fantasy when you?re a king
eat life from the palm of my hands
we came out winners from the villagers dance

welcome to the city where anything is possible
american dream overcome many obstacles
rainbow .. just may lead you to a protocol
chain so chilly i believe that i?m gonna caught a cold
but the flow nothing to sneeze at
de colors all up in my ear like is ?
know .. through with the ..
never mind the price in the change ..

chorus
welcome to the city of dreams
when you never have to wake up from a nightmare
so you better pack heavy
welcome to the city of dreams
when you never have to wake up from a nightmare
so you better be ready

i am living life at a fast pace
who said both running in a faster race
break a deal? the master ?
we order sushi sucked on a ?
dance with an girlfriend i am in heaven mammy
she is fairytale i sell fairy dust
let the bitch dream i?ve been fair enough
i am drop dead in a drop head
we can .. in the trunk that?s what i said
gotta .. for my soul that?s what bob said
i think ? for somebody .. with every fact noted in the .. city ?

chorus

time is running out on you niggers
the clock is ticking
.. the plot thickens
you all heard we fly with the bird
we caught chickens.. the top is missing
.. to the window i throw it out .. like the lakers
haters you all want .. beef i serve the odb
and i can?t be touched by none of you
i got ocd and i am nice with the kids too
see we play the scale get the grips of ?
i got the .. something don?t seat well
.. i fuck bad bitches like ..
but i ? you niggers best believe ?

chorus

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Misfits (instrumental)

[No lyrics]

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