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Bizarre Let The Record

m on the acid trip My DJ's in a coma for lettin' the record skip Lettin' the record skip Lettin' the record skip Lettin' the record skip [verse 1: Bizarre

rock Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about? Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin

up, got em p-noid. Let the whole world know; I'm a B. Boy! Swing first, I'mma destroy - you a curse I'm a B. Boy Cherried up, got em p-noid. Let the whole

A wise man once said We exist in a bizarre combination of stone age emotions Medieval beliefs, God like technology many people can reach I can sit on

My words are weapons I never show no emotion My words are weapons I use 'em to kill whoever's stepping to me My words are like weaponry on a record

the world today People fightin, feudin, lootin, it's okay Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll Tell 'em dre- it ain't nuttin but music [bizarre

your trench coat That's how students get shot up Hatin' on us but you come to our show I crowd surf and you let me go Whup yo' ass when I get off the

help my-self I'm not a freak! But I can't help my-self I'm not a freak! But I can't help my-self Ah, let's do it, let's do it Work your mind, put your

who gets destroyed Fuck I'll let you bring bats and brawl some of my boyz Shady ass niggas wether drunk or sober Bizarre that was demo tape you just recorded