I'm alone in this little kid town
Mount
So, so, so, so
So I got your head
And put it on a stick
Put it on a stick
Put it on a stick
So I got your head
Put it on a stick
Put it on a stick
Put it on a stick
So I got your head
And put it on a stick
Put it on a stick
Put it on a stick
So I got your head
And put it on a stick
Put it on a stick
Put it on a stick
I'm hands of a cartoon and coffee tends to * you up
Tends to render you on resurrection
Tends to stand for him elections
Commissions? Sick!
Where the symptoms of bullshit be at?
Don't know me and where and when this bang from Taiwan?
Look at you, bitch!
Every brand in Japan
Technocrats who tell don't change the powers of bodies
All these streets are war
Grief, rage, wheeze
When you have to live a bad dream
Face your sins, things seem wet
Medical fadings, medical swearings
Mixed mix of blood, bleeding
Streaming, consolidating in the wind
Area failed
Guarding my goal
I go now, now, like the leader
I'm the leader
Position seven, red to base
In slope and counter is my color
So let me explain how I go with this * order
Hard as hot, for seven days of frost
My fist I burn, shut your heart
Travel as fast
You see where we're looking for?
Every scar, poor father's turn
Cause my ass is all that white, dog
And if they speak with a broken jaw
I hope they get the dog's cup
* the gold
Clean up
Jack Looney
Slack, my God
The white fucks, I could still lie
So dick your head
And pull it down the stick
Pull it down the stick
Pull it down the stick
So dick your head
And pull it down the stick
Pull it down the stick
Pull it down the stick
So dick your head
And pull it down the stick
Pull it down the stick
Pull it down the stick
So dick your head
Pull it down the stick
Pull it down the stick
Pull it down the stick
So dick your head
Pull it down the stick
Pull it down the stick
Pull it down the stick
So dick your head
And pull it down the stick
Pull it down the stick
Pull it down the stick
Even they ask for Romeo there and there we hold the dirty
And young men call me Bal-Bal in the city and they'll keep and let them
All else be like there we set back for one place looking for him
Slept too much like a romper's first market
Possessed of signs and rainforests to court test
Call this the world court test of food
So we can carry from where
More than anyone on this mock mortgage raise the keys and let them
Figure out the right compendium from
Credo to whatever turns the stomach hollow
I'm there to act or we'll act
We'll apply my vision of trouble waters
Under the bridge we'll play the bridge of conscience
Never reach the bottom nor return
What the world can mean I call this part for
Better connection to beauty that this rich thing will never consider
That * is just another cobra
That * is just another cobra
So what got your ass?
It's the white man
So what got your ass?
Mr. White man
So what got your ass?
I'm Claire
Mr. Claire Malleu has intervened on three issues
The immediate re-establishment of Cameroon
The constitution of a council of government
united with legislative powers
And finally, the establishment of a law for the right of independence
to the Cameroonian people
These are, Mr. President
The questions on which the people of my country
have mandated me to come here
I thank you, Mr. President