play You're in this just for fun You're a closet punk You closet punk Stay in the closet where you belong Stay in the closet where you've been all
Prijevod: DRI. Ormar Punk.
with some 409 I always rhyme elite,stay on beat Travel in a posse when I walk the street Loved to say my rhymes when I used to max Now I don't speak much,I
you Method subliminal I'm The Original That bullshit I heard on your disc was pitiful I'm critical-nigga I ride around and housin' My records doin' millions you barely clock a hundred Thousand I
my back Shit I live ten miles away, but I made it fo' seconds flat I lived in the same building with Mr. Spock and Captain Kirk Got R2D2 and Mork from
bomb pop truck I make rappers go back to the block They be like "maybe I was better off selling rocks" I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be punk And I
deep Lil' niggas bussin' off they punk heat I'll make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys But I ain't wettin' that I don't wanna send nobody back
music, so all I'd wanna got the room stumped I'm smokin', make dough like Trump Cookin' chowder to they chunk, punk Straight off dust, nigga trust I
shorties The punk niggaz got murdered in the orgy Spark the lye, Q.B.C., yo, it's do or die In this business an' trifeness I finesse this for R.D., we
a cat when I'm trapped and I'm closed in Sharp ass claws and I break all laws In a while all jaws 'cause I'm perfect, no flaws Now I'm back to Farmers
, I let it slide, I said I wouldn't hold my fuckin breathe to get a five, shit I was right I'ld a fuckin died already tryin' I swear to God, I never lied
like Everest I'm ever ready for the prospade I have a vest never fest just cascade I'm a go on I'm a run and I'm a go on and tell two friends so on (
fuck's with you and I'm gonna mack 'em Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum I'm going platinum I'm going platinum We're going platinum Devil without a cause, I
success Is what I quest 'Cause I'm fearless, now tha streetz R Deathrow ('Cause I'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') Tha streetz R Deathrow ('Cause I
cheek Like so close to me that when I move it squeaks I ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer I exercise one muscle that's my strap finger And I can
-punk version of the following smashing pop-songs: Along Comes Mary Close To You Afternoon Delight Having My Baby Love Will Keep Us Together D-I-V-O-
you think I've lost it Ah shit, I'm ready to rock I'm ready to roll and rock So give a nigga some room before I tick and I tock And explode like a bomb
