to the fact that they sold us out America the beautiful, there's a funeral on every day of the month Tryin' to get our knees broken, huh It's another
a song If you that hungry for fame, motherfucker, c'mon Say when take ten paces and spin But on another note, 'bout to take another vaca' On another
re the kids in America (x 2) Everybody live for the music-go-round Bright lights the music gets faster Look boy, don't check on your watch Not another
ah let me get straight down to business I need me some distance to run when I carry gun An' I'm a be like quick on my feet You try to be a hero my nine
American amusement park there They got surfin', too Boom goes London and boom Paree More room for you and more room for me And every city the whole world round Will just be another
try to find 'em a new Eminem or a new Shady If they think it's gonna happen, man I thought I was crazy Or maybe I could be takin' it wrong and they're try
my skills since 92 and slyain it still. so bring who you feel bring who you feeling bring em around and ima lay them down its just another sound boy killin
And sharks smell blood in water. Though you were innosent like the king's daughter. You can love me or leave me, But why try to decieve me. Your world
Let's go, Shyne, pro, bust pipes get right Bang, stop, roll 'head throw the dice White Air Force Ones, monies in rubber bands America's number one dope
From this substitution 'Cuz there's no solution to survive Another day when I'm wakin' up I turn on my TV on CNN (Yeah) Another homie done bit the dust
Wicked clown juggalo phantom of the night train What if I drop, but don't die Tie weights to my legs And give it another try Still coming think of something
Wicked clown juggalo phantom of the night train What if I drop, but don't die Tie weights to my legs And give it another try Still coming think of
secret everybody missed it Just a nobody and I think it's a drag But I got Mr. Johnson's head in my bookbag [Chorus (2x)] I couldn't stand the pressure, not another
and I think It's a drag But I got Mr. Johnson's head...In my bookbag (Chorus x2) I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day I didn't like the fucker
can always call the Nina A killer in America, amerikilla I got skills to kill like overdosin' pills Blood spills for million dollar bills You can't try
thank you Lord [Trick Daddy speaking over chorus] That's right Y'all could stand up and rejoice now We about halfway through the road We got about another
You did not ask why I go down in the mine It was for the children, it was for better times Stay in America and give the kids a home Marry another