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Bhudda B - crazy a$$ kracka
November 22, 2010
"COLORS N CREEDS"
copyright © 2008
Heavy Bounce Productions
http://www.bhuddab.com
CHORUS(unwritten)
Verse 1
I used write lyrics that were fuckin great,
now i'm writin' songs about fuckin hate.
if you a bigot and don't digot
you can kiss-my-ass,
go to mass or a mosque
All-you-other-fuckin-haters-are-just-fuckin-lost.
CHORUS(unwritten)
Who are you to judge my skin?
Don't know where i've been
fuckin born again, love takes discipline
like three wise men swearin in
Mr-original-sin. I'm-his-identical-twin.
I feel like Rin Tin Tin and Huckleberry Fin
tryin to fit in w Ho Chi Minh
and Gunga Din in Natzi Berlin.
This shit is wearin thin
call my next of kin
bout to pull the pin
cause I play to win.
CHORUS(unwritten)
You fuckin bigots stop judging folks
because-of-your-past. Look at the clock,
half-passed half my ass. This fat-ass
check I just cashed for being a sass
like a snake in the grass.
It's metaphorical rhetorical like
a poisonous gas. I've tolerated your vast
predujice from every class. You,
folks who smoke-the-good-grass. Tightie
holdin a cocktail glass, jive ass
turkeys who always harass.
Here's the forecast, full blast ahead
instead of being typecast by my white mask.
Dreams are surpassed when a two-legged cripple
gymnast outlasts the contrast of being world class.
I'm the enthusiast at long last spittin a broadcast
with my dam press pass lovin the stained glass
colors and creeds that everyone needs to have
an ALL STAR CAST!
CHORUS(unwritten)
Outro
"COLORS N CREEDS"
copyright © 2008
Heavy Bounce Productions
http://www.BhuddaB.com
November 22, 2010
"COLORS N CREEDS"
copyright © 2008
Heavy Bounce Productions
http://www.bhuddab.com
CHORUS(unwritten)
Verse 1
I used write lyrics that were fuckin great,
now i'm writin' songs about fuckin hate.
if you a bigot and don't digot
you can kiss-my-ass,
go to mass or a mosque
All-you-other-fuckin-haters-are-just-fuckin-lost.
CHORUS(unwritten)
Who are you to judge my skin?
Don't know where i've been
fuckin born again, love takes discipline
like three wise men swearin in
Mr-original-sin. I'm-his-identical-twin.
I feel like Rin Tin Tin and Huckleberry Fin
tryin to fit in w Ho Chi Minh
and Gunga Din in Natzi Berlin.
This shit is wearin thin
call my next of kin
bout to pull the pin
cause I play to win.
CHORUS(unwritten)
You fuckin bigots stop judging folks
because-of-your-past. Look at the clock,
half-passed half my ass. This fat-ass
check I just cashed for being a sass
like a snake in the grass.
It's metaphorical rhetorical like
a poisonous gas. I've tolerated your vast
predujice from every class. You,
folks who smoke-the-good-grass. Tightie
holdin a cocktail glass, jive ass
turkeys who always harass.
Here's the forecast, full blast ahead
instead of being typecast by my white mask.
Dreams are surpassed when a two-legged cripple
gymnast outlasts the contrast of being world class.
I'm the enthusiast at long last spittin a broadcast
with my dam press pass lovin the stained glass
colors and creeds that everyone needs to have
an ALL STAR CAST!
CHORUS(unwritten)
Outro
"COLORS N CREEDS"
copyright © 2008
Heavy Bounce Productions
http://www.BhuddaB.com