Tekst:
Misfits

beat and I will gladly pay you Tuesday Well, it's a hip hop misfits yes from the Pacific Yes, we getting splifted, yes, we are the gifted Hip hop misfits

Only time will tell the truth I'm living proof of what could happen to a man When he decides to stand strong Some of them swim, some of them drown in

Chorus Everybody get up, everybody get up Throw your hands up, throw your hands up Everybody get up, everybody get up Throw your hands up, throw your

for me Those are the ones for me The misfits, freaks, the enemy You an' me Those are the ones for me Those are the ones for me The misfits, freaks, the

alive he said we met 11 years before or more and i remember way back when he taught me my first bar chord we used to tear it up reckless moonpies for misfits

Hot cherry on Friday night When the sun goes down my spine I put an axe in my baby's head I'm gonna end up doing time She looks so good in red American

Come back little raven and bite my face I've been waiting, endless waiting Come back and bite my face Come back little raven, descend your home This

Dry drunk on a corner Wet waste of a girl Theme for a jackal Play you death-song, you probably listen Stand idly by as they rape your children like you

There are paint smears on everything I own The vapor rub is lyin' on a table of filth Christmas cards to which I never reply My eyeballs absorb only blue