| Yeah yeah
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| Fuck it
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| Time to get back in the studio
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| Live at St. Andrew’s
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| Good! |
| (Bizarre, Bizarro!)
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| I’m back motherfucker!
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| Fuck an introduction
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| Y’all niggas know my name
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| I blow up niggas brains
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| Off an 8th of caine
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| I bang, but i ain’t in no gang
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| They say bizarre is crazy and deranged
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| I smoke that weed and cop oc’s
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| More than 3, I probable OD
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| I take no shower i be in Jacuzzis
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| Fuck a good girl, Bizarre fuck groupies
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| Bitch drink this wine, snort this line
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| Turn around so I can lick your behind
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| Call Paradime, tell him bring the Guinness
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| Bottle of vidocin, just seen the dentist
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| And Im finished ghost and goblins
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| My teeth grinding, my mouth all sloppy
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| And Im fucked up
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| And I can’t recall
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| Friday Night Live at St Andrews Hall
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| Stand the fuck up, get your lighter in the air
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| Wave them around like you just dont care
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| This is my motherfucking house
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| From detroit all the way to the south
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| My lifes a ongoing saga
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| Them TV awards, tongue-kissing Lady Gaga
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| Im a bad baby father, dont spend no time (nuh-uh)
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| Im a horrible rapper, dont write no rhymes
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| Easy riders, weed vaporisers
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| Trying to get higher and higher
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| (Hey Bizarre, stop fucking around start the album man) |