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Mr Big My New Religion

to get it wrong And brave the world's collisions I'll turn out the crystal ball If I stumble I will crawl It's my new religion I'd rather be banging my

to get it wrong And brave the world's collisions I'll turn out the crystal ball If I stumble I will crawl It's my new religion I'd rather be banging my

Bea Big Drill Car, Bert Suzanka, and all the Ziggen's around the world To Jack the third. To Julia Parker, hey Jeff the king Where's my mic stands?

two blend together like dope and fiends Cope with teens, has that new gangster lean Everybody just wanna be a ghetto star Fly cribs and drivin' them big cars That's all Mr

of generals behind me, I'm the crew chief Busting off my Ricky Davis, that's the new Heat I've come clean about me and it's a damn shame Only Religions

view Focus from the bird's eye, in my scenario, of dominance Filth eatin weaklings, we're bumRussian/rushin like dirty communists Raisin, my Iron Curtain revealin my

together like dope and fiends Cope with teens has that new gangster lean Everybody just wanna be a ghetto star Fly cribs and drivin them big cars That's all Mr

they call Honduras Nothing fake about my life except my car insurance Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense stress Nothing positive about me, except my piss

like dope and fiends Cope with teens has that new gangster lean Everybody just wanna be a ghetto star Fly cribs and drivin them big cars That's all Mr