the devil walking next to me Siam's gonna be the witness To the ultimate test of cerebral fitness This grips me more than would a Muddy old river
snifter I'm a kleptomaniac, K-Mart shoplifter Cash flow getting low so I had to pull a job I found a nice place to visit but a better place to rob I
ways All common goals reamin Still pigeon-holed status quo sucks 'cause I haven't changed. You'd better recognize man, that ain't right. Yo bump that man
, he caught a hot one Through the lung, now he's done so God bless the man Cocaine moved through that system, like a river forever winding To the last
AMERICAN: Siam's gonna be the witness To the ultimate test of cerebral fitness This grips me more than would a Muddy old river or reclining Buddha And
bitch Daddy told the man, "If you wanna make some dough Take a little money and book me on a show" And we played them dates and we filled the places
better time When all our dreams come true" They got cars, big as bars They got rivers of gold But the wind blows right through you It's no place for the old
devil walking next to me [THE AMERICAN] Siam's gonna be the witness To the ultimate test of cerebral fitness This grips me more than would a Muddy old river
I show you what I found, you won't believe! ADAM Eve! STORYTELLERS Over river wide and mountain tall They traveled far beyond the waterfall To a place
track Better watch your step Better watch your back MAN 1: Better keep your eyeballs open, Jack MAN 1 & WOMAN 1: When the Steam Train's rolling by MAN
em on the hoe stroll! Rodney O, already on the hoe stroll! Search couldn't sell on the hoe stroll! (2 Bigg MC) Man what about Run D. M. C. Too Old For
the Devil walking next to me Siam's gonna be the witness To the ultimate test of cerebral fitness This grips me more than would A muddy old river or
It was christmas eve babe In the drunk tank An old man said to me, Won't see another one And then he sang a song 'the rare old mountain dew' I turned
m so fat. Hello is that dominoes, i'm still waiting for my Pizza it better be here soon I ain't mad i just think that you should treat your customers better
scanner, and brains I blow out To old bones, and skulls I throw out to the backyard, and yes the wackyard You need a pipe, there's the old crackyard
the group, and so on and so forth So what you talk for, you know what I came for A motherfuckin' ground war Talkin' that same old style Same old song, same old