-prescribed chemistry. Drinkin' beer by the liter in an X rated theater; I need a Phantasy Uninhibitor. Drinkin'. Words by Rivka and Mike iLL Music by Mad Happy
ten thousand days memory is basically a stressfull haze runniun from the demons I'm supposed to face wake up wake up Words by Rivka and Mike iLL Music by Mad Happy
the answer a yin-yang hang in the 4th dimension the teseract swing, the timestar stomp double-click soft drive digital dump Words by Mike iLL and Rivka Music by Mad Happy
meats 'Till only tactile sense remains. Sanctify the libertine all Tangled up in exstacy. Words by Rivka and Mike iLL Music by Mad Happy Copyright BMI
true aim bend. tryin'a avoid another rendition of poor little miss understood Words by Rivka and Mike iLL Music by Mad Happy Copyright BMI (Thanks
it every single turn somethin's testin' me fates just jealous cause we're spendin' all our time chasin' signs for destiny Words by Rivka and Mike iLL Music by Mad Happy
. Only our love can pull us through. some would say that we are blessed to be young beautiful and stressed Words by Rivka and Mike iLL Music by Mad Happy
Nail on the record make the beat sound raw. Needle was wore out, had to replace it. Face it; tape up the 'lectric wires, So as not to cause underground
ya see me dancin' on the grass. Ya say, "Who's that, and what are they doin'?", We're Mad Happy and we're happy to ruin, Your little strait world, Like
Quotin dogmatic verse while your at it Wha'ssup that attic Wha'ssup that static Enough with that static i'm done Words by Rivka and Mike iLL Music by Mad Happy
It's a loaded question like a loaded gun, When I ask if anybody wants to come, On a trip across the Universe, To where Jimi, Janis and Jaco rehearse.
Paint the white house pink. Keep it legal to think Everybody's got the right To live our own life. Might be that you wanna be a New York slut, Hollywood
love me, you love me, you love me. Those words you'll never mean. They sound as hollow as the deadest tree, In the dead of winter on the darkest night. You make me mad
Waitin' for the bus to come and take me To clean the smokestacks at the factory Where in fact I'm currently employed. Fantasizing a fantasy And devising
i wanna lows are so low so when i get up i want to hold it Words by Rivka and Mike iLL Music by Mad Happy Copyright BMI (Thanks to Mike Kilmer for
sam. Ya never know when I'm gonna strike next. I don't even know why i like ghetto tricks I'm a serial wigga Gonna get bigga' Than Biggie Smalls. Fillin' mad
gonna think, gonna win this fight, Be the one in black or the one in white. Two sides to every story. That's the thing that's makin' me mad. The gory
Come on, come on, come on and take your mamma for a spin Get up, get in, pick it up pick it up pick it up The night is young, the whiskey and the bourbon
