1. Intro
2. Jesus Has A Place 4 Me (Rock The 40oz.)
3. Nazi White Trash
4. Crack City Rockers
5. S.T.I. (Stop The Insanity)
6. Muppet N.A.M.B.L.A.
7. The Good, The Bad, & The Leftover
Crack
8. Outro
Intro
Scabies and Gentleman Non-Commercial enterprisesis
proud to present just in time for your cracktoberfest, it's a crack city
spectacular born in the gutter raised in a squat basement & weened
on a steady diet of crack that's fuckin' A rightthis ain't your momma's
crack this is the good...the bad...& the Leftover Crackin rock the
fourty ounce
Jesus Has A Place 4 Me (Rock The 40oz)
shoot the kids at school / all in a bloody pool
i'll show the teachers too / 'cuz they can't tell me what to do getting
C's and D's / saying thanks and please ya broke the golden rule / yer staying
after school land is real estate / to the ones I hate the cops say you
just refrain / from squattin', drinkin', and hoppin' trains drink but don't
drink this / it aint beer it's piss rock the fourty ounce / it's the change
that counts when we get there on the train we'll get some booze and start
again i'm living in the past /i'm goin' nowhere fast jesus has a place
for me / a life of sin and infamy droppin out of school / teacher is a
fool so ya run away / livin day to day doin whatcha gotta do and what makes
you happy too fallin prey to drugs / sportin' body bugs rock the fourty
ounce / it's the change that counts just don't get locked up in jail cuz
no ones gonna have the bail taking time to break the laws & then i'll
lick my dirty paws dodging all the lies i'm fed i'll live my life and then
i'm dead
Nazi White Trash
One of us will be betrayed / it's not enough for
you to say i'm sorry or lie about it all / yer a meglo-nymph & yer
mating call is money & religion , segregation & division your dirty
cash in the pockets of the wicked politicians lobbying for slavery in a
new and modern way repenting when yer caught, but this is what i say: yer
sick, i hate you / ya stupid motherfucker yer so fuckin' blind / ya have
no fuckin' mind yer nazi white-trash / yer words come out like shit yer
so fuckin' sick / yer such a fuckin' prick ya have that special something
/ that "sprite in you appeal" ya think that we all love you / but this
is how you make us feel yer sweaty, fuckin ignorant. A product of
conditioning eugenics, social darwinisim, an excuse for yer positioning
yer crass & evil ways are all that got you there today i hope you get
assassinated, and this is what we say one of us will be betrayed and time
kills us all so we say... we hope you die sooner
Crack City Rockers
no panhandling they say it isnt a job oh but i
disagree ya ignorant slob but there may come a day, when yer found down
& out and the hateful replies will fill ya with doubt ya might be a
skinhead ya might be a punk just give us a quarter so we can get drunk
thank you for shopping and please come again you suffer to know, try even
harder to see making sense of yer life in a fucked reality from decatur
st. up to avenue A from El Guadelupe in texas to the san francisco bay
ya turned a spangin' job into a life long career for a tin A' tabacco and
a fourty of beer now yer drinkin & yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin'
out? yer stopped by the cops & ya hope & ya wish & yer
askin real nice for them to letcha go so they ask if they were shot in
the street would ya laugh in their face and ya can't say no after all of
the times that ya barely scraped by with the lice in yer hair and the gleam
in yer eye now yer drinkin' and yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin' out?
with the cobra we drank and the shit we were talkin' in the tenderloin
gutter we were crack city rockin' yeah when we were alive we were wicked
and young with the good times we had and the songs we sung now it's sad
that you died and i wish you would stay but i sold all my stamps at the
end of the day and now i'm drinkin' and i'm thinkin' is my bad luck runnin'
out? i got assualted by officer friendly on the 4th of july stick
a needle in my eye i said "i didn't do nothin'" & "whats this all about?"
he said "resisting arrest" as his pulled his baton out spitting bile and
blood as they left me for dead my thoughts leaked out through a fissure
in my head and the last one left is: is my bad luck running out?
S.T.I. (Stop The Insanity)
white & blue & bloody red / stars and stripes
for the mis-lead convenince stores with neon lights where burger kings
rule tainted nights let's stop the insanity / let's end humanity kill all
earth's residents / let's start with the presidents this sick atrophic
stolen land / means nothing more than modern man's greed & hate &
racisim / and what we have is a fucked up system let's stop the insanity
/ let's end humanity mediocre generica / let's start with america let's
kill the cops, the C.I.A the F.B.I , the P.T.A the N.F.L, the P.M.R.C let's
kill you and let's kill me
Muppet N.A.M.B.L.A
why are there so many songs about rainbows &
who gives a fuck anyway rainbows are stupid, they only remind me that my
life is sick with decay And so you are stupid, you choose to believe it
I know we're all gonna die we'll never find it, the Rainbow Connection
the sickly, the worthless & I who said that "every wish would be heard
& answered when wished on the morning star" some asshole thought of
it some sucker believed it & look what it's done so far and it's so
pathetic, that you are pathetic & it's all you aspire to be you'll
never find it, the rainbow connection the homeless, the wealthy & me
all of us are gonna die you could say nature's a facist have you been half
asleep & have you heard voices swimming around in your head some say
"i'm lucky!" & some say "I'm Happy!" but most say "i'd rather be dead"
& I know i'm lazy and apathetic sometimes that is all that I do &
i'll never find it, the rainbow connection the leftover crizack & you
The Good, The Bad, & The Leftover Crack
About a gang of ghetto cowboys who ride into town
gonna rob the fuckin' bank an gonna burn it down we're gonna fuck shit
up untill we get our fill when we see the crooked law, we're gonna KILL
KILL KILL we're the good, the bad & the leftover crack so the lamb'a
god better watch his fuckin' back with a whiskey drink we'll ride into
the night we're gonna right the wrongs, a'gonna wrong the fuckin' rights
And in the morning, we'll ride into your town we're gonna sleep all day
& when the sun goes down we're gonna go to church & then we'll
burn it up and then we'll drink a fuckin' toast from a dixie cup we're
the good, the bad & the leftover crack so the lamb'a god better watch
his fuckin' back we're gonna fix the cops, we're gonna kill em dead we're
gonna' burn 'em up & then we'll go to fuckin' bed And the sweet release
of the hangman's rope may be the burning outlaws only hope ya' burn the
candle at both ends til the end of the day well it's better to burn out
then to fade the fuck away so if you wanna join us dial six six six spit
on the holy bible and the crucifix and fuckin' don't look back, cuz you
can never look back we are the bad, the ugly & the good leftover crack
Outro
and fuckin' this is the end of the Rock the
40oz and fuckin' this will conclude out little Rock the 40oz so all you
boys and girls go out and rock the 40oz and shoot the kids at school for
what they do, or did to you Leftover Crack bids you adeu.