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The Gift Of Game


Artist: Crazytown
Genres: Rock
Total songs: 9
Year: 1999

Toxic Lyrics - The Gift Of Game - Crazytown

I can feel it 

I can feel it 

I can feel it 

Toxic 

 

Catch a fire, fire it up 

Corrupt stirrin' it up 

It's burnin' hot, driftin' 

Hittin' every slot 

With a drop kick, it's toxic 

Trouble, like your girl in a mosh pit 

I've lost it 

An' that's the only way that we rock shit 

Banging heads an' ripping threads 

If I wasn't rocking shows 

I'd be better of dead 

With a one, two 

One word can destroy your whole crew 

An' that's toxic 

An' that's toxic 

 

Toxic, loud an' mock shit 

Crazy Town's lost it 

With that rock your block shit 

Toxic, popping more lip 

We love to talk shit 

Rocking you block 

With that straight out the block shit 

Toxic, loud an' anxious 

Crazy Town's lost it 

With their rock your block shit 

Toxic, popping more lip 

We love to talk shit 

Rocking you block 

With that straight out the block shit 

Toxic 

 

Toxic 

Toxic 

Toxic 

 

A Buddha, ballistic 

Blacklisted twist of faith 

My vocal's fatal 

With naughty block concoctions rock your cradle 

I thought I wait 'til the timin' was right to ignite 

'Cause people like me, we only come out at night 

I rock the main line an' party with fine bitches 

Which is a dirty job, but somebody's got to do it 

Who's the crew with? 

More hose than divid, livid, explicit 

So fuck the critics 

We leave them hangin' like in excess 

 

Toxic, loud an' mock shit 

Crazy Town's lost it 

With their rock your block shit 

Toxic, popping more lip 

We love to talk shit 

Rocking you block 

With that straight out the block shit 

Toxic, loud an' anxious 

Crazy Town's lost it 

With their rock your block shit 

Toxic, popping more lip 

We love to talk shit 

Rocking you block 

With that straight out the block shit 

Toxic 

 

Toxic thresholds of Columbian gold 

You can't roll how we roll 

We possess you soul 

An' push the panic 

Is it Godly or Satanic? 

Toxic or organic? 

Manic minds, refined or frantic 

Just the way we planned it 

See we be stomping around the planet 

An' we stand alone 

We infiltrate your chromosomes 

No clone, our DNA has got a strain of it's own 

An' it's toxic 

 

Toxic 

Toxic 

 

Toxic, loud an' mock shit 

Crazy Town's lost it 

With their rock your block shit 

Toxic, popping more lip 

We love to talk shit 

Rocking you block 

With that straight out the block shit 

Toxic, loud an' anxious 

Crazy Town's lost it 

With their rock your block shit 

Toxic, popping more lip 

We love to talk shit 

Rocking you block 

With that straight out the block shit 

Toxic 

 

Toxic 

Toxic 

Toxic 

Toxic 

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