, Just another sunday morning in my quiet mountain town. The sun is shining and the grass is green, Under the 3 feet of the snow I mean, This is a day
! (Kick the Champion very hard!) Don?t you EVER TALK about my wife! I?ll FUKING KILL YOU MAN! Donald: Hear Hear! Generally Tempered, long time friend
green Hardcore like Slayer, here's twenty seven fliers on the ozone layer I'm going green Because I care, use organic aerosols in my hair I'm going green
my pistol yet You can call this music disrespect 'Cause I'll slap you in your face At your local disco tech Mr. Green with your missiles and rockets My
one day she gonna see An' come in to my show Yeah, you're fuckin' with the Kid Rock honey Get back on the streets and give my money Give my money Yeah
mutilatin' This generation, a misleading calculation No elevation, time wastin' and live chasin' A day and night crime scene, livin' in the time machine Blaze a lime green
it is my time! Still at it, looking at the attic. Waiting on the green like I am stuck in the traffic. Pass me the shades, my future is looking bright My
you , I scream "Hallelujah" I do ya, cause you don't know me baby BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! This is for my Crips and my Bloods And all my gangstas
pack, and I lived the free life of a rover From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback, well, I waltzed my Matilda all over. Then in 1915, my country
, but the day i greet the worms, i pull the daisies down with me as a fuck you to the norms, generic's so unappealing and in my humble opinion, defeats
down All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way. All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my
hexed my fertile crescent Now all's well, I'm laughing on the inside I swear Just trying to keep my head above red tide despair My imperfections pair
of my soul One day I will burn my hand And i´ll be resurrected in the promised land Among the gods I feel power and joy I made my choice but
' extreme spinnage Watchin' your scene plumett If lyrics were green vomit My vocals would clean stomachs Addicts wean from it Where dreams and green run
one button, my roof open like a hard spot Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock Had so much kush and Ciroc, bitch, I think my heart
My mission the commission of the dishin' out for facts 'cause when I'm dimin' my rhymin' never slacks, never lacks So get back to the basics and face
From the ground, it's natural Let your food be your medicine no exceedin' Strictly herb, generate in the sun, 'cause I got Melanin And drink water, eight glasses a day
nice Watching my TV, soaking up the AC, and sippin? on a glass of sweet tea with ice Monday night I was sleeping on the floor, down at my big brother?s Listnin? to the generator