Favorite verse in a song

[resistanze]

[Ras Kass]
The waterproof MC, you ain't wettin me
You need to stop rappin and start robbin banks like Steady B
Cause see, no matter how much green you make
You'll never taste the avocado, just another broke Versace model
Tiger Woods ain't even up to par in the game of survival
That's why I'm pissin in y'all Cristal bottles
Drink Listerine, brush my teeth with amphetamine
So I can sound fresh and say dope things in between
Three strikes to five mics - forever snortin
I want a woman with the body of a and a personality like Lauryn
Can't even say I didn't know
Cause while we wanna be N.W.A. they create the N.W.O.
How many years, fo' mo' - so the fake John Gotties
Ain't got no Mazzeraties I be at the party sippin hot toddies
My pumpin everything, out Audis in Saudi
I'm +Thuggish Ruggish+ to the Bone,
"and I'm gonna diss everybody.. and I'm gonna diss everybody.."

[TheSanityAnnex]

Gangstarr

I got one lyric pointed at your head for start
Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart
Now if I pull the trigger, on these fully loaded lines
You're gonna wish I woulda pulled a black nine, I mack dimes
Crack the spines of the fake gangsters
Yeah the bitin triflin z, and the studio pranksters
Yo lookin at the situation plainly: will you remain G?
Or will you be looked upon strangely?
I reign as the articulator, with the greater data
Revolvin on the TASCAM much doper than my last jam
While others struggle to juggle, tricky metaphots
I explore more, to expose the core
A lot of MC's, act stupid to me
And we have yet to see, if they can match our longevity
But anyway it's just another day
Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display
Styles, smooth but rugged -- you can't push or shove it
You dig it and you dug it cause like money you love it
The king of monotone, with my own throne
Righteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclones
Stormin your hideout, blockin out your sunlight
Your image and your business, were truly not done right
Throw up your he-Allah-I now, divine saviors
You got no hand skills there's no security to save ya
No pager, no celly, no drop top Benz-y
I came to bring your phone hip-hop, to an ending
My art of war will leave you sore from the abuse
Cause you must meet your moment of truth

[marini martini]

drinkin' tha gin and juice, baby. Got my mind on my money and my money on my mind

[THE ONE AND ONLY]

I just bite it, It's for the look, I don't light it.

[atxrocker]

some good in this thread already.. one of my favorite verses

from A.L -- Lyrics

I civilize the unwise when I rise to my potential
The instrumental, enables me to move my pencil
Coincidental, to Eintsein's radical mental
Kickin like orientals far from gentle I'm essential
When I speak it yo I leak it I freak it, until you peep it
Gun clappers like creep and sneak it, rappers love to critique it
Hey yo they honor us, like a foreigner with a genre
Accounted for visualizing more bodies than a coroner
My streets are evil, minds are feeble run illegal
Livin savage like eagles chainin my people to a needle
While my cerebral, blesses the mic like a cathedral
Thoughts'll lead you verbals'll feed you to seed you I breed you
to head you like psychics I came to read you hip-hop I love you
and I need you rhythmatic automatic fanatic bringin the static
Rappers they panic stay frantic, while I relax on hammocks
Island gigantic volcanic, hard to find, like the anic
I came to slam it, to hold it down like the granite
Lyric mechanic organic from the Eastern Atlantic
I run dynamic bendin rappers like they ceramic
Throughout the planet I scampered the banner, that's how I ran it
A genuflection goes out, to those in correction
for recollection, I use the Common Sense Resurrection
So use protection when you step in my direction
Lyric injection, could cause infection in your section
There's no reflection, in this professional selection
Give mic inspections, so I can hold it with affection
Beat perfection, carouse the mental in erection
So vote perfection, House of Reps run elections son

[TheSanityAnnex]

Why hasn't anyone posted a sick ass country verse? Do they not exist?

[atxrocker]

Do they not exist?

I don't think so...

JERU


Now, I don't bust a tec, bubble drugs
in the projects, or use mics to sell sex
z, nowadays is all about this
So much ying yang, it's ridiculous
If you got so much cheese where are the black distributors
And these record companies shake em down like mobsters
But impostors, like commercial locks are not rastas
Always fakin moves, never, makin moves
Asses shake, bottles pop, the government is breakin down
you fools, you work all week and give the devil back his loot
for jewels, and the steak on your plate is filled
with chemicals, still, brothers leave brothers
all battered and bruised, on the streets
Won't see snakes on my feet
The race is on, but I won't compete
In this compe ion, because I have a greater mission
I hope that you listen
Knowledge wisdom and understanding brings, long life
and health, think anything else and ya playin yaself

[TheSanityAnnex]

I got seven Mac-11's, about eight, .38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the s never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 es
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot glocks
HAH, that's how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the landspread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give emcees the runs drippin;
when I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flows remarkable
Peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the llello
That's crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jailcells
Oh my God I'm droppin like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol
cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your in spill
And I'm talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
Sadat said it, you got a gun, bust it
Cause I got mo' shots to pop-ya
Big Pop-pa, breakin you off somethin proper
Signin off is the hardcore rap singer
a.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime

[TheSanityAnnex]

This thread needs some D e l.


It don't matter what you do or say
Try to get away but I'm gonna catch ya
Wanna compare your self to them
Well guess what homeboy you don't match up
I'm my own individual so I know it isn't true just cuz you say it is
Cuz anything thats truth got proof it ain't you that's simply just the way it is

[TheSanityAnnex]

I wanna devise a virus
To bring dire straits to your environment
Crush your corporations with a mild touch
Trash your whole computer system and revert you to papyrus
I want to make a super virus
Strong enough to cause blackouts in every single metropolis
Cause they dont wanna unify us
So it total anarchy and can't nobody stop us

[atxrocker]

gotta show KRS some love


This is what you waited all year for
The hardcore, that's what KRS is here for
Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill
If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill with mad skill
MC's can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines
Let's battle to see who headlines
Instead of flow for flow let's go show for show
Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you know
Too many MC's take that word 'emcee' lightly
They can't Move a Crowd, not even slightly
It might be the fact that they express wackness
Let me show ya whose ass is the blackest
I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and
Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit
Now tone it down a bit
My le you will never get, I'm too intelligent
I'll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxic
When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it
It split quick from the lyric
Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it

[atxrocker]

This thread needs some D e l.

agreed. i was thinking the same thing.

[leemajors]

Why hasn't anyone posted a sick ass country verse? Do they not exist?

who the names their album BIG DOG DADDY?!?!

Toby Keith Lyrics

High Maintenance Woman Lyrics

I see her layin' by the poolside every day
She ain't got a lot on
She ain't got a lot to say

She wouldn't look my way
But buddy, what do you expect
I'm just the fix-it-up boy at the apartment complex

And she'll go out dancin' 'bout seven-fifteen
Climb into the back of a long limosine
I know where she's goin'
She's goin' downtown
I'm goin' downtown too, and take a look around

She's my baby doll
She's my beauty queen
She's my movie star
Best I ever seen
I ain't hooked it up yet
But I'm tyin' hard as I can
It's just a high maintenance woman
Don't want no maintenance man

I'm just sittin' 'round waitin' on a telephone call
After water pipe exploded in the living room wall
If your washer and dryer need a repair
You know the hadyman's waitin'
And he'll be right there

Twenty-four hours
Seven days a week
If it's gettin' clogged up or maybe startin' to leak
Just ring up my number, baby, give me a try
You know I got all the tools
And I can satisfy

She's my baby doll
She's my beauty queen
She's my movie star
Best I ever seen
I ain't asked her out yet
'Cause I don't know if I can
You see a high maitenance woman
Don't want no maintenance man

She's my baby doll
She's my beauty queen
She's my movie star
Best I ever seen
I ain't hooked it up yet
But I'm tryin' hard as I can
It's just a high maintenance woman
Don't want no maintenance man
Ain't no high maintenance woman
Gonna fall for a maintenance man

[resistanze]

BDK

Come, get some, you little bum
I take the cake but you can't get a crumb
from the poetic, authentic, superior
Ultimate - and all that good
I'm the original, Asiatic, acrobatic
There you have it, now get dramatic
Creatin drama when I'm on the scene
And I pack em in mean, like Bruce Springsteen
I profile a style that's mild and meanwhile
put on trial a rap pile to exile
Make you tumble and stumble, in a rumble just CRUMBLE
And I'm still calm and humble
You need another helpin hand to swing on
I stand alone, but still you gotta bring on
your Batman and Robin, Cagney and Lacey
Starsky and Hutch, but they still can't face me
And if may make this one thing here clear
that's for you not to come near, PERIOD
So I ain't buggin or delirious
My swift tongue's like a sword, that's how severe it is
And I can slice and dice a Fisher Price MC
that thought he was nice into Minute Rice
Single-handed, I ain't with that band stuff
Cause Cee'll scratch a record like flakes of dandruff
And the mic I ravage, not like a savage
but in my own way of doin damage
As I design the genuine line
Now who flattop rules in eighty-nine?

WARM IT UP KANE!

[atxrocker]

any verse in this song is dope so i'll just post the first

ACEYALONE mother ers

Now I know you hate it when the MC ain't fly
So I come in the party live
Chopping rappers down to size
I know em when I see em cause they got that look in their eyes
Surprise
Aceyalone has arrived
They surround around the microphone like attracts flies
I arise
The Thai gets me high
I find him, stand right behind him and I spy
No more than two tries; either freaks it or you die
I waited; somebody stated "He's intimidated"
I was faded; I played it like any other brother would've played it
Nut soon as I grabbed the microphone I went into a frenzy
Started givin z black eyes like Spuds Mackenzie
when that bud's in me
Now one of these z tried to tell me my was hopeless
His homeboy was on the other side sayin "Man your 's the dopest"
All of a sudden another rapper pushed his way through the crowd
Came and stood in front of me and told me he was proud
Then he bowed, told me that he liked the way I styled
I thanked him, I smiled
then I had to be out

[leemajors]

It was Saturday night and I'm feelin kinda sporty,
went to a bar and caught me a 40.
Got kinda a high and a...kinda drunk,
so I kicked the ass of this little punk.
Forgot my key and had to ring my bell.
My momma came dressed, she said, "Who the ?"
Wait momma, wait, it's me ya little son,
before I knew it my mom pulled a gun.
"I know who you are, but who the is that?"
I turned around man, this was fat,
I really don't know, she got into the car,
I musta picked her up when I left the bar.
Ya know I'm horny homey man I wanted to chill,
but you know how mothers are, she wanted to ill.
So I said, "Hey baby is you on the pill?
'Cause, tonight I wanna be your lover.
Just one thing: I forgot to buy a rubber..."
Wait a little while then we snuk upstairs,
step by step with a hint of fear.
We got into my room, started to scream,
momma busted in with a ed up scene.
Shirt ripped off, drawers down to my knees.
Wait momma, wait momma, wait, wait, please!
Put back your gun, put down your broom,
My mom ed up the room.
The jumped up with no respect,
I had to put the big, big in check.
I said, "Ya come a little closer and ya will get shot,
I'm sober anyway, I don't need no ."

[leemajors]

Well I'm sittin on my lunch break, grinnin my teeth (my teeth)
It's the last day of the week, boy what a relief (relief)
My muscles kind of ache, they felt rigid and stuff
so I looked around, and I smoked this big fat spliff
Now I'm happy as can be I'm in this pothead spell
I put some Visine in my eyes so that no one can tell
It's 12:55 almost time for the bell
Put the breathmints in the mouth so that the mouth don't smell
Now back on the job, I don't bother no one
I keep strictly to myself and all my work gets done
Now the job's finally over it's time to have fun
and I'm hangin out with Trevor there's a kid named John
Got real drunker than a skunk and happy as can be
We went, to the Latin Quarters and we got in free
Scoopin all the girls like nuttin with my trunk jewelry
cause I'ma fly brown brother and you can't school me
Boogie Down was performin hey they ain't no joke
And a bunch of Brooklyn kids was lookin all down my throat
Was it my big chains with the big plates on em?
Then they rolled on me and told me to run em

[Marklar MM]

1800
Jose Cuervo
Yaddadamean
Know what I'm saying, though?

[atxrocker]

A forty ounce for breakfast gets a brother through the day
I guess I shoulda had a V8 instead; anyway
Let me contemplate my thought something back to a time
When my fridge was full of booze but in my pocket not one dime
I remember back on Willis Ave, with my ace-boom homey Mark Black
I would start the day off hearin the sound of the fo'-oh crack
I went to work blitzed, so eventually I got dissed
And caught a shocker when my supervisor said "You're dismissed"
Now as I stare at my last check now my mind is stressed and depressed
I spell relief S-T-I-D-E-S yes with a little excess less the worry
Why go job hunting today?
When I can sit back and smoke this sack and drink
And feel my problems shrink away
And by now, the rent's due in two weeks
But inside my mind that's just another problem brew can delete
I got evicted, to the point where the court martial came to my door
And said, "Get this kid: get your bags and split you don't live here no more"
And now I'm ass out; I'm so damn hungry I feel like I'm gonna pass out
I asked my brother for a handout and he hooked me
Though I knew he had doubts
And rightfully so, cause I had new to deal with
I'm so confused I have no control of my life I think I'll get lit
So as my problems compile, I steady smile, oh yes
Sippin on that forty ounce that's leadin me to a path of nowhere
So as I think about tomorrow, I hesitate and say:
A forty ounce for breakfast, will get me through the day..

A forty ounce for breakfast gets a brother through the day
I guess I shoulda rolled a joint up instead; anyway
Seems like everytime I start I don't know when it's time to say when
Now my mental gets all blurred and inside talk the ill-behavin
Coolin with my boys, no names need to be mentioned
At a party with some brothers I don't know I'm chillin in some E&J
With a forty O-Z to wash the down
And plus a lot of marijuana now I need to sit down
I can't remember the last time I was this blew out of my cranium
My ears and head begin to hum aloud as the room spun; anyway
Next thing I know I blacked out woke up with vomit all over my coat
Start talkin out my ass I can't see straight but yet I quote
And I don't know what came over me, I started dissin both my homies
That I used to freestyle with and now I'm askin them to show me
What they got not thinkin straight I don't know why I posed the challenge
Now my ego is erupting as if I was Mt. Saint Helens
Some was said I know I can't erase and now ain't the same
I wish I had just one more chance to live that day again
I strain; cause this bid was to find a true friend
And loose them to booze in my system just ain't how I'm livin
Nothin I could really say to mend up how someone else feels
And so I guess I gotta wait and see if maybe the wounds will heal
And I really didn't mean a word I said though I can't prove that
Now the only thing that I can really say is I went out
And out I went and now and then I get irate and say
A forty ounce for.. nah
A forty ounce for.. !!
Just one more forty just one more I'll make this last day
A forty ounce for breakfast, can get me through the day

GIFT OF GAB

[ObiwanGinobili]

as requested, sick ass country lyrics

Well they call me the fireman, that's my name.
Making my rounds all over town, putting out old flames.
Well everybody'd like to have a what I got.
I can cool 'em down when they're smold'ring hot.
I'm the fireman, that's my name.

Last night they had a bad one a mile or two down the road.
Well my buddy walked out and left his woman burning out of control.
Well I was down there in about an hour or so.
With a little mouth to mouth she was ready to go.
I'm the fireman, that's my name.

Every night it's the same
I hear you callin' my name
You're lyin' next to me
I give into your charms
You disappear in my arms
I realize it's just a dream, but

[Chorus:]
Desperately, I long to feel your touch
But you left me all alone in love

And now I
Shake the sleep from my head
And try to crawl out of bed
Today is just another day
I make the coffee for one
I turn the radio on
Pretend that everything's ok, but

[Chorus]

And now I
Know there's no reason to smile
It's gonna take me awhile
'Cause I still love you desperately

[Chorus]

And now I
Watch the sun goin' down
There ain't nobody around
I feel a night in the breeze
I keep on tellin' myself
I don't need nobody else
And I can do as I please, but

And now I

[Chorus]

And now
Every night it's the same
I hear you callin' my name
I still love you desperately
I still love you
I still want you
I still love you desperately

and

Country music singers
have always been a real close family
but lately some of my kin folks
have disowned a few others and me
i guess its because
i kinda changed my direction
i guess i went and broke the family tradition

they get on me wanna know Hank
why do you drink?
(Hank) why do you roll smoke?
Why must you live out the songs that you wrote?
over and over
everybody made my prediction
so if i get stoned
I'm just carryin'
on an old family tradition

I am very proud
of my daddys name
although his kinda music
and mine ain't exactly the same
stop and think it over
put yourself in my position
if i get stoned and sing all night long
it's a family tradition

Don't ask me Hank
why do you drink?
(Hank) why do you roll smoke?
Why must you live out the songs that you wrote?
If I'm down in a Honky-Tonk
Some ol' slicks tryin to give me corrections
I'll say leave me alone
I'm singin all night long
it's a family tradition

Lordy, I have loved some ladies
and I have loved Jim Beam
and they both tried to kill me
in 1973
when that doctor asked me
Son how did you get in this condition
I said hey sawbones I'm just carryin on
an old family tradition

So don't ask me Hank
why do you drink?
(Hank) why do you roll smoke?
Why must you live out the songs you wrote?
Stop and think it over
Try and put yourself in my unique position
If I get stoned and sing all night long
It's a family tradition!

[Flea]

Hey I posted an old Suzy Boggus verse earlier, she's country!

Here's another one......I LOVE this song!



Right now he's probably slow dancing with a bleach blonde tramp,
and she's probably getting frisky...
right now, he's probably buying her some fruity little drink cause she can't shoot whiskey...

Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick, showing her how to shoot a combo...

And he don't know...

That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seats...
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires...

Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.

Right now, she's probably up singing some
white-trash version of Shania karaoke..
Right now, she's probably saying "I'm drunk"
and he's a thinking that he's gonna get lucky,
Right now, he's probably dabbing on 3 dollars worth of that bathroom polo...
And he don't know...

That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seats,
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires...

Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.

I might've saved a little trouble for the next girl,
Cause the next time that he cheats...

Oh, you know it won't be on me!

Ohh... not on me...
Cause I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seats...
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires...

Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.

Ohh.. Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats...

Ohh... before he cheats...

[TheSanityAnnex]

e1- 187 proof


And that’s how the was handled, first name Jack, last name Daniels
Had two boys named E and J, E had the nine and J the AK
Clocked on a street called Hennessey, robs with a mother er named
O.E.
E had a and her name was Gin, had a named Juice doin time
in the pen
You couldn’t tell that Gin was a though, cuz she was in some
named Cisco
E and J knew tonight they’d come with two fat s named Bacardi and
Rum
The cap jacks hoe and the sight was scary, the was all bloody
and her name was Mary
Officer Martini wiped up the body, and all fingers pointed at Rum and
Bacardi
E and J told Jack the hotel, so Jack tried to bail Juice out of the jail
But ol’ E had the judge on the payroll clout, so Jack shot the judge up
and rolled Juice out
Now everybody’s talking ‘bout Gin and Juice, Juice shot Gin cuz the
was loose
Now E is shook thinkin they ain’t gonna get me, I’ll round up the posse
and call up Mickey
Mickey was big, he only sold 8 balls, had 99 s up against the wall
E and J found out he made the call so E and J and Jack and Juice nined
them all
They were sent to the morgue and Mickey paid the bill, got the money
from the reckless Strawberry Hill
Jack and Juice said Mickey wouldn’t survive, but Mickey was slick he
had a Colt 45
And now he’s wonderin how he got the word, it was the neighborhood wino
Thunderbird
You wonder how the murder rap got so much juice, it was a hundred and
eighty-seven proof

[1369]

And those who know what's best for us

Must rise and save us from ourselves

[1369]

Why hasn't anyone posted a sick ass country verse? Do they not exist?

A little Charlie Robison..

My little brother was just ten years old
When we hit bad weather and
hid in the hold
We could see Texas it was only a mile
Oh little brother I remember your smile
At Indianola
My dad built a sawmill
Of cypress and stone
It was there on Medina
That we made our home
It was year 1850 that I sent for my girl
Oh fraulein come meet me in this brand
new world
At Indianola

When the are they called civil
Had barely begun me and my cousins
decided we'd run
Up through Louisiana to meet up
with the Grant
But 100 damn rebels shot us there
in the sand
At Indianola

They said up in New York the
stock market fell
And the life they was livin'
was shot all to
But we ain't seen nothin' no
different than dust
'Cept the wheels on the wagons
all covered in rust
At Indianola

When that scrape with ol' Hitler
Was over and done
I wondered if I had killed kin with my gun
We sat there in Paris in a little cafe
And as they toasted Truman I
drifted away
To Indianola

Well it's fifty years later and nobody cares
About some old city that ain't even there
Well, my sons moved to Houston and they
work in the Gulf
It's seven days on and seven days off and
I work for the doctor who bought
our old ranch
From First Quality Federal the
foreclosures branch
And he calls me hillbilly and
laughs at my hair
But a cancer will get him if anything's fair
And I'll take his ashes to throw
from my boat
'Cause across that ocean I'm going to float
To find me another Indianola


And some Slaid Cleaves

In the melting snows of Ontario where the wind'll make you shiver
'Twas the month of May up in Georgian Bay near the mouth of the Musquash River
Where the bears prowl and the coyotes howl and you can hear the osprey scream
Back in '99 we were cutting pine and sending it down the stream

Young Sandy Gray came to Go Home Bay all the way from P.E.I.
Where the weather's rough and it makes you tough, no man's afraid to die
Sandy came a smilin', thirty thousand islands was the place to claim his glory
Now Sandy's gone but his name lives on - this is Sandy's story

Young Sandy Gray lives on today in the echoes of a mighty yell
Listen close and you'll hear a ghost in this story that I tell, boys
This story that I tell

Now Sandy Gray was boss of the men who'd toss the trees onto the shore
They'd come and go 'til they'd built a floe 100,000 logs or more
And he'd ride 'em down toward Severn Sound to cut 'em 'up in the mills for timber
And ships would haul spring summer and fall 'til the ice came in December

One Sabbath Day big Sandy Gray came into camp with a peavey on his shoulder
With a thundercrack he dropped his axe and the room got a little bit colder
Said "Come on all you, we got work to do - we gotta give 'er all we can give 'er
There's a jam of logs at the little jog near the mouth of the Musquash River"

With no time to pray on the Lord's day, they were hoping for God's forgiveness
But the jam was high in a troubled sky and they set out about their business
They poked with poles and ran with the rolls and tried to stay on their feet
Every trick they tried, one man cried "This log jam's got us beat!"

But Sandy Gray was not afraid and he let out a mighty yell.
"I'll be damned, we'll break this jam, or it's breakfast in , boys
Breakfast in !"

Now every one of the men did the work of ten and Sandy scrambled up to the top
He was working like a dog heaving 30 foot logs and it looked like he'd never stop
They struggled on, these men so strong, 'til the jam began to sway
Then they dove for cover to the banks of the river, all except for Sandy Gray

Now with thoughts of death they held their breath as they saw their friend go down
They all knew in a second or two he'd be crushed or frozen or drowned
They saw him fall and they heard him call, just once and then it was over
Young Sandy Gray gave his life that day near the mouth of the Musquash River

But Sandy Gray was not afraid and he let out a mighty yell
"I'll be damned, we'll break this jam, or it's breakfast in , boys
Breakfast in !"

East of Giant's Tomb there's plenty of room, there's no fences and no walls
And if you listen close you'll hear a ghost down by Sandy Gray Falls
Through the tops of the trees you'll hear in the breeze the echoes of a mighty yell
"I'll be damned, we'll break this jam, or it's breakfast in "

But Sandy Gray was not afraid and he let out a mighty yell
"I'll be damned, we'll break this jam, or it's breakfast in , boys
Breakfast in !"

[Fillmoe]

look at all the bay area cats.... MAD LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


atxrocker with jeru the damaja... SUN RISES IN THE EAST !


side note... whatever happened to that cat?