Crazy Town: Hollywood Babylon

If you got an itch to catch some havoc.Theres mayhem in the plastic.City of La La, I mean the land of holy Zsa ZsaThe wood is hot and you can spot the flocksOf people like sheep, those with dredlocksTo jocks with Reeboks, fleeing hard rocksA la caf, Bambatta flashy fashion.Imagine crashing bashes with bitchesThat be bad and wishing for the fameAnd recognition.Theyre on a mission for self, babyWere like the twelve, my tribe is crazy deep.We got the beats that are hot.Were like clinique.Foundation resonates when I speak.And if by chance, you catch itThen listen, the wisdomEpic, open hitting, choking up.Youve done it now and woken up.The giant scientist of hitsThat make you jump like a lunaticOn pogo sticks, waving your fists.So, if youre catching a fit.I dont really know but you better scram,Hurry in a double. CHORUS:It goes onOn and on and onHell raising HollywoodWelcome to BabylonOn and on and on and onThe party dont stop til theMysterys gone.Ive seen it all, Ill see it again.I shake a lot of handsBut I dont got a lot of friends.It goes on. On and on and on.Hell raising Hollywood,Welcome to Babylon. Live from the city of lights.Sunny days and late nights.Dope, designer drugs, porn starsAnd bar fights.I drop. Makes the bells rock.Im Mr. Shifty ShellshockCall me the man of the hourIn the land of the lost.Taking the money and the power.CXT, we hold our ownAll eyes on us.Crazy rise rain like brimstone,Kicking up dust.I grab the mic with a firm holdIn a world of shattered goals,Pot holes, broke folks andBank roll.Pole position.Daddy rolling, rolling causing Havoc.So, ready set.Im more than setLike Morissette, to MaverickGot a, shes got to have it, habit.Sick, I leave them stuck.Im getting high for a living,Not giving a fuck. CHORUS Im screaming out the call of the wild.Im speaking in tongues.I am the child of the sun.The power of one.I beat the drumsOf the Crazy Town click.Its the third eye sitting on the tip.Of the pyramid flipped.Now I see a little shotty,Illuminatti front.Dead bodies in my trunk.Unraveling the source,I travel into self.You gauge my wageAnd then you try to debate my wealth.The consequences lingerAnd Im fingering the perpetrators.Hey yo, my nature was bredOn the cross fader.Its the 7th house.Armageddon trudger.Ready for death, Its the brimstone slugger. CHORUS