My weapons my game, my world, and mind alone And you couldn't be hard if you wrote your rhymes with stone Any criticism take it to the crib for some ism and
looking forward to it. Hard n' Heavy right? Jim: Hard n' Heavy, but a... you know a kinda going for a sensative side of Steve Austin... and just take a
a 645 to a '7-trey Caddy Got 'em ringin' my phone, they won't leave me alone Stand on it just like a rock, I'll break 'em hard as a stone Conversation
P with a dime piece right! Whisperin' in my ear about menage a trois Us and her partners, El Passe panties and bras Freaky deaky baby I'm lovin' that
whitewash windows? When to take down doors? Tell us make a flask of tea and survive the holocaust? * The rock and roll swindler says it's O.K. to plunder
in a slow pace Killed a handicapped man for parking in a regular parking place Learned my art with a leatherface, you must be kidding I consider myself a
batteries and uh, and, and uh, needs strings for his guitar, you know? And, and some of the electronic equipment needs boosting and uh, we have a good prog and
a Samurai on the edge of the sky Cold steel in the afternoon And its a hard world to try and get a piece of It's a hard world for you and I I'm goin
guitar And my head full of songs and my eyes full of stars I saw a band called the Rolling Stones I thought, "That's it, I'll get a band I'm leaving
hard to the back, car full of "blat" Why A's decay, we ain't hard to get at I rock a 5 double O wit the bubble nose Stop, drop the top I holla at a couple
my waist, and dumb in your face I'm a little bit too hard for the radios to play I still can spit eighty miles an hour in a verse And my Coupe go eighty
forward to it. Hard n' Heavy right? Jim: Hard n' Heavy, but a... you know a kinda going for a sensative side of Steve Austin... and just take a listen
hand!" An' then he said: "You see this rock I got in my hand? This is a 38 pistol built on a 45 frame It shoots tombstone bullets an' a ball and chain
fondulac to Iraq and back it's life's test and life's ledge and red lights and dead mice and what nike says And trife heads and meth pipes white dreads
rock and roll elite, Cheap Rotten Vicious imitations thinking they'll change their world With dyed hair and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a
of a cold stone that rolls without a shadow I'm only deep enough to realize that I'm shallow My head I keep it up but its hard to keep it straight when
are free But I'm a new face in a new place of a melon race Gets black in 'em makes a good fellon case And that's not so and I get mad cause everywhere
And my head full of songs and my eyes full of stars I saw a band called the Rolling Stones I thought, "that's it, I'll get a band, I'm leaving home,