It's in your thoughts, it's on your mind It's in your head Here it comes, give it everything you've got Yeah, this is it and like I said It's in your
it's in your thoughts, it's on your mind it's in your head here it comes - give it everything you've got yeah this is it, and like i said it's in your
, that you can get it's in your thoughts, it's on your mind it's in your head here it comes - give it everything you've got yeah this is it, and like
orange crush Collar me, don't collar me I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush We are agents of the free I've had my fun and now its time to Serve your
my hand and said, "Shoot until he's dead" But it's hard to kill when "Please I'm your friend" Echoes through your head Brought up in church Taught no man should take another's
today or what? I'm startin' to not, to like, what's she's doin' at me She's not on time, you know her hair ain't combed She's not dressed properly She's
Laura: Oh well, gotta fly. Cookie Monster: Wait, wait, wait ... you no can give me teensy-tinesy hint? Laura (into Cookie's ear)" It's called Twin
source (here!) The demon is here, steamin this year I rip*mystikal's*voicebox out, scream in his ear (ahhhhhh!) It's not a gimmick bitch, it's an image I live it
got my orange crush Collar me, don't collar me I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush We are agents of the free I've had my fun and now it's time
, you better plan ahead, gather your thoughts I'm not gonna be the one wit no chair when the music stops The Orange Agent has just moved to your block
out the pad, walked in the player's den On the way mail a letter to my brother in the pen There's a smile on your face from my smooth dub style See you
right, don't care if I'm wrong It's a veteran's song I may be right, don't care if I'm wrong It's a veteran's song The band paraded playing "oh
that be code named Agent Orange, killin you slow It's only right you pay homage to those that's bout to blow like that shit up your nose, solid as a
you better plan ahead, gather your thoughts I'm not gonna be the one wit no chair when the music stops The Orange Agent, has just moved to your block
arrows you be Custard's.. back I write upon ya, divorce your head and neck then scalp it Rip off all your flesh and make a outfit [Chorus: cut and scratched
himself He's just, waitin' for the axe to fall, Sometimes lord I think that's all, When you're head is on a block ain't no way for it to stop You
year I rip [*Mystikal's*] voicebox out, scream in his ear (AHHHHHH!) It's not a gimmick bitch, it's an image I live it Give a fuck? I don't know what
the motherfucker proved it Suicide this, suicide that - DO IT! All that physical shit I've done been through it You had your chance to take it to the stage and you blew it
