Keep It Comin'

(album: Same As It Ever Was - 1994)

Smoking up an L
Might kill a brain cell
But I might as well
I'm on a highway to hell
sometimes I feel doomed,
Totally consumed
By an eerie feeling
I hear pigs squealing
Soldiers of fortune
Are torching huts
The girls on them TVs
Are shaking their butts
I'm hyperventilating
I might be hallucinating
Yo I got a chill
I'm feeling sort of ill
I'm going mad
But aren't ya glad
ya used Dial
I'm goin out like style

[chorus]

Uh and ya don't quit
Yeah, keep it coming
And ya don't stop
They say
Uh and ya don't quit

I got complexes
Ya can't figure out
My dad said
"He's a bum, kick the nigger out"
My head's fucked up
But I lucked up
And got a hit record
Now I'm well respected
I can go places I never went before
I still dress the same
So it must be my name
I can't deal
With who's real and who's not
Who treated me the same
When my record wasn't hot
They said I couldn't eat too
So I put my cake down
I think I'm having a breakdown

[chorus]

It's not paranoia
I got something for ya
It's made of chrome
And it'll burst you dome
No joke my gun'll
Blow a fucking tunnel
Right through your body
FREE JOHN GOTTI
I'll leave with your hotty
And I'll take her home
Lay her down on her back
And I'll make her moan

[chorus]

Uh and ya don't quit
Yeah, keep me cumming
And ya don't stop
Soul Assasins and ya don't stop
FunkDoobie and ya don't stop
Cypress Hill and ya don't stop
House of Pain and ya don't stop
Soul Assasins and ya don't stop