Album: Master Of Styles (1998)
Sweepin´ through another yeahr
Yea we are pickin´ up speed
Never going to give it up, definitely
Take it to another level
Grab the shovel, & scoop the rest out of my way
Giddy like a school boy, got the tools boy
Never play the unemployed
Comin´ with velocity, with the needles in the red
Think I lost my sanity
Straight to Hell, that is where I sent ´em
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Straight to Hell
Here I come again, bring another jam
With the mic in my hand, yea you know we slam
Movin´ forward with momentum
Straight to Hell that is where we sent ´em
Sometimes freaky, sometimes we get nice
If it feels good sometimes we do it twice
Or three times or four times or five or six
Rewind the tape, get me back in the mix
We would like to thank our friends for one hell of a time
We hope it never ends
Crack a little smile when it is time to get high so
C´mon!
Straight to Hell, that is where I sent ´em
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Straight to Hell
Allow me to illustrate
And pain´t the perfect picture of the perfect perpetrator
Make me look down on the up-stroke
Cause I got no love for the evil immitator
I live to hear the people yellin´ & screamin´
And clappin´ & toe-tappin´, aint going to be no gum-flappin
To what? to shun
To what? to shun
To what?? Yea, to just turn away
Straight to Hell, that is where I sent ´em
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Straight to Hell
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