...And Big Nasty Was Its Name-O

Lyrics
Yeah you can count on me No in-between, cuz I'm a son of a gun Ringin' out in these cobbled streets, goin' off I object! Your clown court, it's outta order I don't want it Scene's weak Yeah, you can keep it I don't want it I'm gonna stomp it out like a heart-beat I'm givin' the business the bussiness, is what the fuck I do A dirknap to salt the Earth I fool no one My world is good I'm tellin' you, I'm gonna stomp it out My word is good All these vultures showin' up. It's bullshit to me Pickin' the bones. You gotta be kiddin' me Character hacks. They stab ya in the back. Stab ya in the back! Are we here to have fun? Relax There I was, outside, dumbfounded in the streets Thinkin' what the hell does that mean to you or I? Let those petty rivalries The stink of jealousy permeating, die a death! We don't trip out on fantasy in this wounded world of make believe I came to have fun! I came in peace! I fool no one! My word is good! I fool no one My word is good These critics start beef. So weak I don't want it. I don't want it I'm gonna stomp it out like a heart-beat I'm gonna stomp it out I'm gonna stomp it out like a heart-beat 'Till it stops
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Credits
- Writers
- Nuno Pereira
- Trevor Reilly