Hip hop is like what you call a bastard child of A lot of different forms of music I just feel good, that a lot of our bands are like Are like, recognizing
it if I had it but for now I keep it balded Niggaz tryin to touch to me better stop before they get scalded I'm hot, like a skillet and grits, crush you
"And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda" - Eric Bogle Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack, and I lived the free life of a rover From the Murray
Super Greedy give me give me g's g's g's -Jackpot from the small bags of weed to them rubber band bundles i remain supper gready this that day and night
' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do Yo my name is Bill Dur, bouncing is my skill, duh
Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do Yo my name is Bill Dur, bouncing is my skill
in my back to the front getting fucked While you talk, cause you thought that I'd cave but I walked I swept it off I kept it real (how 'bout you?) Learned the skills
mind (G Funk, we funk, G Funk, we funk) We funk 'cuz G Funk blows my mind (G Funk, we funk, G Funk, we funk) Well, can I expand my mind like a rubber band
, I just heard better Up the ante on the game and apply the pressure Understand I was a fan Before I was a member of your favorite rap band Understand
known for bein' biters Non-creative and wack rhyme-writers Yo, they soup you up but can't rock the jam Known to the world as a one-hit band Easy come
sport Give me the pill boy, crossover with the skills Wrap around pass, fly right past your grill Take off from half court in some J5 shorts The rap band
I shine like twenty-four carat Roll and stroll with the party scene Nigga wanna know me as Mr.Clean Wza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, flip the script and Test my skill
Hustlin the grands, hustle cause I can Hustle like my mother was in love with rubber bands Russia and Japan, Russia pass the fans I am not a sucker, sucker
is won, won now You and me, friends and family, and we gon stick together Till the war is done And here we go again My fans is my friends, My bands
-Haul in my truck The camera installed, hand upon my balls Call the morgue, I'm killin' 'em, even Kyle is not feelin' 'em When I drill 'em with skills
it, then the bullshit got subtracted Then you got attacked and attracted to this matter it's Like a magnet, truly expression through touring Two majestic rap bands
, I shine like twenty-four carat Roll and stroll with the party scene Nigga wanna know me as Mr. Clean Wza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, flip the script and Test my skill
Lights out on the street tonight Walking alone in the fading light Vague sounds of a distant band The desperate howls of a one night stand Thin smile