Crack open the good times On a street corner bustin rhymes but you fell between the lines. They all laugh, become a joke Am i crazy baby let's all hope for narrow halls, crunching drums I've got the sweets sugar but that's all.
Tell me what it's worth Tell me what it's worth
So tell us that we're spelling everything wrong Negroes turn a blueish-grey when they're dead That's funny 'cos ive just turned bright red RED RED RED
Kill, kill, kill when everything starts to suck Drownin all your sins boy well i geuss thats bad luck The fact that your race is full of shit I've got the sweets sugar but that's it.
Tell me what it's worth Tell me what it's worth woah woah Clean your blades and start swinging Don't stop till the red runs out Till no more joy pours out of your mouth
Tell me what it's worth (Don't, dont stop till the red runs out) Tell me what it's worth (Don't, dont stop till the red runs out) Tell me what it's worth (Don't, dont stop till the red runs out) Tell me what it's worth (Don't, dont stop till the red runs out) woah woah
Compositor: David Joseph Michael Hynes (Dev Hynes) ECAD: Obra #11096243 Fonograma #2057314