Crazy Town--The Gift Of Game
HollyWood Babylon
If you got an itch to catch some havoc there's mayhem in the plastic/
City of La La I mean the land of holy zsa sza/
The wood is hot and you can spot the flocks of people like sheep,
those with dreadlocks to jocks with Reeboks, fleeing hard rocks/
A la Cafe, bambatta flashy fashion/
Imagine crashing bashes with bitches that be bad and wishing for the fame
and recognition/There on a mission for self, baby/
Were like the twelve, my tribe is crazy deep we got the beats that are
hot were like clinique/
Foundation resonates when I speak/ And if by chance you catch it then listen,
the wisdom/ Epic, open hitting, choking up you've done it now and woken up/
the giant scientist of hits that make you jump like a lunatic/
On pogo sticks, waving your fists/ So if you catching a fit/
I really don't know but you better scram hurry in a double.
It goes on and on and on hell rasing Hollywood welcome to babylon/
It goes on and on and on the party don't stop till the mysteries gone.
I've seen it all, I'll see it again I shake allot of hands
but I don't got allot of friends.
It goes on, and on and on hell rasing Hollywood welcome to Babylon.
Live from the city of lights sunny days and late nights/
Dope, designer drugs, porn stars and bar fights /
I drop. makes the bells rock I'm Mr. Shifty Shellshock/
call me the man of the hour in the land of the lost taking the money
and the power/
CXT, we hold our own all eyes on us, crazy rise rain like brimstone
kicking up dust/
I grab the mike with a firm hold/ in a world of shattered goals, pot holes,
broke fokes and bank roll/ pole position/
daddy rolling, rolling cuasing havoc so, ready set/
I'm more than set like Morissette to maverick/
gotta, she's got to have it, habbit sick , I leave them stuck/
I'm getting high for a living not giving a fuck.
It goes on and on and on hell rasing Hollywood welcome to babylon/
It goes on and on and on the party don't stop till the mysteries gone.
I've seen it all, I'll see it again I shake allot of hands
but I don't got allot of friends.
It goes on, and on and on hell rasing Hollywood welcome to Babylon.
I'm screaming out the call of the wild I'm speaking in tongues/
I am the child of the sun the power of one/ I beat the drums of
the crazy town click/
it's the third eye sitting on the tip of the pyramid flipped/
now I see a little shotty/ illuminati front/ dead bodes in my trunk./
unraveling the source/ I travel in to self/
gauge my wage and you try to debate my wealth/
The consequences linger and I'm fingering the perpetrators/
Hey yo, my nature was bread on the cross fadder/ It's the seventh house/
Armageddon trudger ready for death it's the brimstone slugger
It goes on and on and on hell rasing Hollywood welcome to babylon/
It goes on and on and on
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