Lyric Keep It Comin

Smokin 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 feelin
I hear pigs squealin
Soldiers of fortune
Are torchin huts
The girls on them TVs
Are shakin their butts
I m hyperventilatin
I might be hallucinatin
Yo I got a chill
I m feelin sort of ill
I m goin 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 comin
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 fuckin 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 cummin
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