have come home Don't let it go down te wind Nobody's gonna win Don't let it go down the wind Don't let it go down the wind It would be such a sin Don
anything you wish to say on this matter Before sentencing Bizzy Bone? No man You know the muthafucka did it Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair
Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the block Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends And Mr. Mr.
blow If you ain't down then we hit you with the clip fo' sure (Ho) Let the trigger go, then the nigga go down Talkin' about this yo' town, motherfucker slow down
why do you always bite me every time we eat? If I was a chair I'd be like sit here and if I was Kid Rock I'd cut my feathered wolf hair If I was your
(They booing everything) Yeah that's what I'm sayin Rock the Dead, fuck it Bink bitch Bink bitch Fuck you This is Twiztid Rock the Dead Phat or Wack
your little knees while you take a nap And oh but we were silly for half an hour or more Me with my long legs draggin' on the floor I rocked rocked rocked
mic rockin' the bitches Lil' slim my nigga pimp they shit was tight Nigga lit up a blunt the hos was nothin' nice The big man started to make fight Chairs
dick Take a picture, feet stickin' like scotch tape bitch I swear to God I'll fuck over yay yay Have you sitting on your porch, gettin' pushed in your rocking chair
(Mark Nesler/Jennifer Hanson) You can settle down in Mexico Runaway join a circus show Whatever, baby it's alright with me Take a walk in the pouring
not there Strong winds are beating down our door Shaping our lives we never know what for And when she takes her place in the furniture The crystal vase and the rocking chair
You were more than just a bunch of rowdy friends of mine You made leaving home Not as hard to bare Yeah we swore we'd stick together Till we were in rocking chairs
dry as his eyes as he struggles to rise And stops to contemplate his wifes thighs as he does up his flies He finds his slippers where he left them under the chair
pocket full of bullets, a hair trigger .38 I'm gonna put some daylight through that door I will burn this house down, before I go insane Use that rockin' chair
You can settle down in Mexico Runaway join a circus show Whatever, baby it's alright with me Take a walk in the pouring rain Sky dive from a jet airplane
then I won your rockin' chair Chorus: Your rockin' chair Your rockin' chair Now, I can hear the creakin' The sound there on the floor The way ya rock that chair
dead The wind was howlin' like the devil come knockin' The house came down, the cradle was rockin' He called out for a hoodoo man with a rock and roll
, say (Don't stop with the body rock) Now all the people in the front, if you're ready to bump, say (Don't stop with the body rock) Now in the middle,
