Crazy Town – Hollywood babylon

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If you got an itch to catch some havoc
Theres 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
And recognition
Theyre on a mission for self, baby
Were like the twelve, my tribe is crazy deep
We got the beats that are hot
Were like clinique
Foundation resonates when I speak
And if by chance, you catch it
Then listen, the wisdom
Epic, open hitting, choking up
Youve 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 youre catching a fit
I dont 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 dont stop til the
Mysterys gone
Ive seen it all, Ill see it again
I shake a lot of hands
But I dont 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
Im 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
Bank roll
Pole position
Daddy rolling, rolling causing Havoc
So, ready set
Im more than set
Like Morissette, to Maverick
Got a, shes got to have it, habit
Sick, I leave them stuck
Im getting high for a living,
Not giving a fuck


Im screaming out the call of the wild
Im speaking in tongues
I am the child of the sun
The power of one
I beat the drums
Of the Crazy Town click
Its the third eye sitting on the tip
Of the pyramid flipped
Now I see a little shotty,
Illuminatti front
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 Im fingering the perpetrators
Hey yo, my nature was bred
On the cross fader
Its the 7th house
Armageddon trudger
Ready for death,

Its the brimstone slugger






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