Tekst:
Freak Kitchen Burning Bridges

frying pan Give me a damn good reason not to worry Give me a damn good reason 'Cos I refuse to sit here on my ass and drown When we burn our bridges

bus to where the brush thickens. Yeah, an it ain't exactly plush pickin's I'd rather take the time to burn every last bridge I've ever crossed beneath

as our fans multiply We push rhymes People gather 'round when we kick 'em Go boy shifty stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em Burning bridges, smokinism, losin

I'll sacrifice my inborn tendencies For copper pennies for one commanding "Gimme that" So we can retain baby fat Make the biter snake bedlam Holocaust freak

ma? [VERSE 1:] [Beyonce: singing] I'm feeling sexy I wanna hear you say my name boy If you can reach me you can feel my burning flame I feeling kinda

ma? [VERSE 1:] [Beyonce: singing] I'm feeling sexy I wanna hear you say my name boy If you can reach me you can feel my burning flame I feeling kinda

hands as our fans multiply we push rhymes People gather round when we kick them go boy, Shifty stick em Ha ha ha stick em Burning bridges , smoking

change hands as our fans multiply we push rhymes Ppeople gather round when we kick them go boy Shifty stick em, ha ha ha stick em Burning bridges, smoking