can't cope Hangin by a thread, yes a very thin rope Inevitably, can never be the man can I tell ya Visualize and memorize him in a cellar Well tally-ho
the second that he called! And all he had to do was yell "Hey, Mabel" and this dumb hash slinger crawled! For seven lousy years I've watched him swear
man said "I sure have done my share of raisin' hell" And I ain't to old to raise it with y'all And he let out a rebel yell He said, "It's Friday night
you, no oxen and wain ropes Will ever take me back to Treasure Island! Mr. Bones is fighting Black Dog He want to split him to the chine Blind Pew the
First Verse [SPM]: Pull up on the double, these boys want trouble They call me Flintstone and my boy is Born Rubble Rebel, Devil, chase em' through the
telling us the truth Limbaugh is a racist, Glenn Beck is a racist Gaza strip was getting bombed, Obama didn't say shit That's why I ain't vote for him
to the top of the hill, The rebels they shot and shelled, Plowed furrows of death through the toiling ranks, And guarded them as they fell. There soon came a horrible dying yell
when the king catch him stealin', got his hands in the cookie jar. Off with his hand! Fuck it, off with his head! Make him stand front and center, let
man said, "I sure have done my share of raisin' hell And I ain't to old to raise it with y'all and he let out a rebel yell He said, "It's Friday night
hill and the rebels they shot and shelled Plowed furroughs of death through the toiling ranks and guarded them as they fell There soon was a horrible dying yell
she just brings hell In the wishing well, I drown pieces of my soul Born to rebel I'm the black James Dean of the underground Yelling at shows Like rallys
(Bun B) It's just one man, one mission, and one mind With one button, one push, yelling, One time. With one chance, one target, and one shot With one
be disdain from the kids that clashed colors with him Rebel yelling girls tryna make they daddy pissed So ain't nobody on his buddy list Cause they would probably give him
to get that extra cake major fun Who I am to tell him? I'm a felon Just came home from packing a pack in the back and drug selling Shortie rebelling,
can't, we stronger now more than ever They tell us no we say yea, they tell us stop we say go Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell we gonna let em know
you are and to stop thinking that you got to exist on the low plane that you exist as Jesus ascended you can ascend then you as a human being can e like him
