fuck? Oh, you don't want me to talk to you like that Will you like to make love? I saw you walking down the street and I had to stop Turn up the radio
Faggot-ass nigga livin in a gated community Up in radio, tellin them what you gon' do to me I live in the 'burbs - clean my Winchester every other weekend
hop, and rocks for hip-hop Not R&B because to me that's not my style and The R-double-O-quotes ain't for radio, but major soul The ones that's hip won
L.A., it's the place to be You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see It's the, City of Angels and constant danger South Central L.
{"It's true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!"} Uh-huh, Mr. Bigs, Track Masters It's a Wu-Tang official right here you know Yeah, the
mellow tip Seeking deeper and deeper, you just might slip Into a trance, mind going slow Didn't wanna curse so they'll pump it on the radio Called up
's keep on trying Baby, you're gonna miss me When the radio comes 'round to my time When the radio comes on, so long When the radio comes on, you were
'm tryna keep that glove compartment closed playa The seatbelt don't work, just tie it round your waist If you crash through the window, just cover your face The radio
spiraling out of control It's beyond all that anyway Time is dead anyway Passenger song on the dark radio Wheels in your other head And holes in your other
fool They say you can't rap and they questionin' our intellect Friendly ass niggaz jumpin' bad on the Internet Ain't nobody typin' that much can't be a danger
she could be his last whore The evidence suggests She has other interests If it's her who's using him He's exceptionally dim Bitch! Dangerous Jade (
could be his last whore The evidence suggests She has other interests If it's her who's using him He's exceptionally dim Bitch! Dangerous Jade [Aristocrats
be his last whore The evidence suggests She has other interests If it's her who's using him He's exceptionally dim Bitch! Dangerous Jade! ARISTOCRATS
only have ourselves and each other. They have their order and those who impose it. We only have ourselves and each other. It is easy to dismiss those
is where the bullshit stops Where herbs get got If you snitch you get shot We get down and leave the town in a state of shock WE GOT dangerous hang out
synthesizers, he learns to speak. Billy makes contact with Jim a DJ at Radio KAOS, a renegade rock station fighting a lone rear guard action against format radio. Billy and Jim become radio
that shit you know, It's bullshit I hear screams at midnight, you're bitin' the dust, 'cause my voice is cursed, so dangerous that your mind busts,