If you got an itch to catch some havoc.
Thereâs mayhem in the plastic.
City of La La, I mean the land of holy Zsa Zsa
The wood is hot and you can spot the flocks
Of people like sheep, those with dredlocks
To jocks with Reeboks, fleeing hard rocks
A la cafe, Bambatta flashy fashion.
Imagine crashing bashes with bitches
That be bad and wishing for the fame
Theyâre on a mission for self, baby
Weâre like the twelve, my tribe is crazy deep.
We got the beats that are hot.
Weâre like clinique.
Foundation resonates when I speak.
And if by chance, you catch it
Then listen, the wisdom
Epic, open hitting, choking up.
Youâve done it now and woken up.
The giant scientist of hits
That make you jump like a lunatic
On pogo sticks, waving your fists.
So, if youâre catching a fit.
I donât really know but you better scram,
Hurry in a double.
It goes on
On and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood
Welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
The party donât stop âtil the
Iâve seen it all, Iâll see it again.
I shake a lot of hands
But I donât 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 stars
And bar fights.
I drop. Makes the bells rock.
Iâm Mr. Shifty Shellshock
Call me the man of the hour
In the land of the lost.
Taking the money and the power.
CXT, we hold our own
All eyes on us.
Crazy rise rain like brimstone,
Kicking up dust.
I grab the mic with a firm hold
In a world of shattered goals,
Pot holes, broke folks and
Daddy rolling, rolling causing Havoc.
So, ready set.
Iâm more than set
Like Morissette, to Maverick
Got a, sheâs got to have it, habit.
Sick, I leave them stuck.
Iâm getting high for a living,
Not giving a fuck.
Iâm screaming out the call of the wild.
Iâm speaking in tongues.
I am the child of the sun.
The power of one.
I beat the drums
Of the Crazy Town click.
Itâs the third eye sitting on the tip.
Of the pyramid flipped.
Now I see a little shotty,
Dead bodies in my trunk.
Unraveling the source,
I travel into self.
You gauge my wage
And then you try to debate my wealth.
The consequences linger
And Iâm fingering the perpetrators.
Hey yo, my nature was bred
On the cross fader.
Itâs the 7th house.
Ready for death,
Itâs the brimstone slugger.
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