Crazy Town: Face the music

Now, we push rhymes, crazy rhymesWords force fed to your mind.Trace the source brother, brother.Face the music, dont confuse it for another.Nothing comes close to thisKiss the sky.These grands change handsAs our fans multiply.We push rhymes.People gather round when weKick them.Go Boy, Shifty stick em.Ha ha ha stick em.Burning bridges, smoking ism,Losing my religion,Shooting the breeze,We got these MCs ass kissing.If you cant take the heat,Then get your ass out of the kitchen.I freak it off the wall.Crammin, slammin points of viewInto your fucking skull.Bitch, thats why we stick em. CHORUS:Stick emHa ha ha stick emHa stick em, ha ha ha stick em.Stick em, ha ha ha stick emStick em, stick-em, stick em.Stick em, ha ha ha stick em.Ha stick em, ha ha ha stick em. Well, I tapped you on the spinalWith an anesthetic.Epic is the definitionWritten into grooves of vinyl.Its called survival,When I drop the stylish into friction.Techtonic traits.Drifting like the plates,It shakes like the quakes in Cali.The mystic Majaraji.Mission of the kamikaze comeback kid.Producer super status.Im here to claim my reignAs the baddest beat peddler.So, place your bet middler.The roof is a blaze.And yo, were smoking out the fiddler.Were sipping on a hundred proof liquor.Welcome to the dooms day dawning.Hot like the sun.No time to relax.We pack the doomsday gun. CHORUS Call me a drifter, richter.When I hit you with the stick em.Im talking shit.The pit starter.A wanted man.The one who cuffed your daughterTo my bed standANDI talk a lot of shitbecause I know a lot of shitI know, I said Id quit.But I just want another hit.Its madness.Pimping like Gladys,The baddest.Maintain our status.That is no question.Releasing tension,As we step into the seventh dimension.This jabber jaws, jaws are slapping.Wes whats happening.Bones are breakingAnd fingers snapping.The pressures onWith non-stop action.Whether banging your headOr steady maxing. CHORUS