Sangtekster:
Lords Of Acid Take Off

you (who could really blame you) We're the ones who made you (VERSE ONE) Back by popular demand Now pop a little Zantac or ant'-acid if you can You'

take You the nigga walk up in a shootout with some pepper spray That'd be the last mistake you ever make Me I chop his head off from a rooftop And race

Well, Lord Infamous shall take 1000 razor blades And press them in they flesh Take my pitchfork up outta the fire, soak it down in their chest Through

Magazine here interviewing the (Three 6 Mafia) from Memphis who has a unique quality of rap style "What would you do if someone tried to duplicate your ideas?" [Lord

mini-skirts We're always game for a flirt Fending off all those silly guys Giggling at their see-through lines Ever so often there'll be one that we'll take

Am I too wild for you baby Run away if you think you can You're what I want but you can't face it I scare you off , think that I'm a tramp It gets too

Hey motherfucker, are you jerking off again You horny little bastard can't do anything right You can't fuck, you can't suck, let me beat that dick

tilts take me where the air is clear i dont really know where but I know its not here and every little step she takes makes me speak cause I know

appear to be casting Sinister glances toward him Through their glinting acid burn- Out eyeballs, trying to run him Off the road, or make him bump into