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SINGER: Crazy Town

SONG:Hollywood Babylon

If you got an itch to catch some havoc there's mayhem in the plastic/ city of la la i mean the land of holy zsa sza/ the wood is hot and you can spot the flocks of people like sheep, those with dreadlocks 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/there 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 you've 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 you catching a fit/ i really don't know but you better scram hurry in a double.
Chorus: it goes on and on and on hell rasing hollywood welcome to babylon/ it goes on and on and on the party don't stop till the mysteries gone. i've seen it all, i'll see it again i shake allot of hands but i don't got allot of friends. it goes on, and on and on hell rasing 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 i'm 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 mike with a firm hold/ in a world of shattered goals, pot holes, broke fokes and bank roll/ pole position/daddy rolling, rolling cuasing havoc so, ready set/ i'm more than set like morissette to maverick/gotta, she's got to have it, habbit sick , i leave them stuck/ i'm getting high for a living not giving a fuck.
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I'm screaming out the call of the wild i'm speaking in tongues/i am the child of the sun the power of one/ i beat the drums of the crazy town click/ it's the third eye sitting on the tip of the pyramid flipped/ now i see a little shotty/ illuminati front/ dead bodes in my trunk./ unraveling the source/ i travel in to self/ gauge my wage and you try to debate my wealth/ the consequences linger and i'm fingering the perpetrators/ hey yo, my nature was bread on the cross fadder/ it's the seventh house/armageddon trudger ready for death it's the brimstone slugger
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