Hullabaloo Songtext
von Regurgitator

Rock Ya
Rock Ya
Hard
Rock Ya
Rock Ya


Well you know
I got the get go
Coming up on El Camboosh
In a three-three-o
Fast
Like I got a cracker up my ass
Crass
Educated middle middle class
Half-cast
Working up a critical mass
Broke the old mold
Smashed the last cask
If you ask me
Don′t believe the hype or the fad
'Cause those political ties are never built to last
Killing every motherfucker wanna capitalize
Parasites on the rise
With the greed in their eyes
I criticize
Only when you′re fucking despised
Lies make a dime
With a bit of pie from the high
You creep
Two weeks eats a man for the week
The creature said
I'm watching all you fuckers make a living
Fuck's sake
All you do is take
You′re dying to take
It′s time to cut a break

Rock Ya
Rock Ya
Hard
Copper motherfuckers
Rock Ya
Rock Ya
That's right
Copper motherfuckers do what ya′ll do
Rock Ya
Rock Ya
That's right
Hard
Back the fuck up
Yeah that′s right
Time to get to it


I got the Pantene gene
Made the Colgate gleam
Eat shit
They told me I was worth it
I did it so I need
I'm keeping Robert Hughes
Coca-Cola you lie
I′ve been a lot of fools
I'm a Coca-Rockin' life
I survive by the means of the groove
And the bass and the money flows
I get joy when I′m topped with a sweatshop enterprise
And when Big Mac and Keith and Leonard fries on the side
′Cause I'm not an I.K.E
I guess that′s me
One hell of a pimp
I'll even get it for free
We′ll wrap job skills up
With a child care suit
If you're bored or underage
We′ll come see you
'Cause I'm loco large
And crash car charge
It′s hard yet to rhyme
But the rules are applied
Mmm yeah
That′s the sound
Roll out the red rugs
'Cause we′re coming 'round

Rock Ya
Rock Ya
Hard
Rock Ya
Rock Ya
Yeah motherfuckers do what ya′ll do
Rock Ya
Rock Ya
Hard
Rock Ya
Rock Ya
Yeah that's right
Time to get to it

Listen to the misanthropic shit I be giving
But I can′t be guaranteeing
Not for taking or leaving
Call me a hypocrite
'Cause it's a no one can be forgiven
Byproduct of the economic era we live in
And I′d be fucking with it
If I said I knew what to do
But before you get to swallowing
Just remember the truth
If it tastes like shit
Spit it out out out
Birds eye tip
That′s the only doubt
'Cause it′s not what you're hearing
It ain′t 'bout what you′re seeing
'Cause we're too in aversion of the truth we believe in
It′s a bland scam band
With a master plan
Lamp to the slaughter
Only ′cause you do what you oughta
But if the plan is to take what you can
Watch where you stand
And advise the clan
Be advised of the man
And if you understand
Even woke up and it's dark
You gotta get the fuck out
Until you′re dark

Sending out a big fuck you
From the whole crew
Copper motherfuckers do what ya'll do
Back the fuck up
And give the people some room
Who me?
That′s right
Time to get to it
It's a hullabaloo
From the whole crew
Back the fuck up
And give the people some room
Who me?
That′s right
Time to get to it
It's a
Rock Ya
Rock Ya
Rock Ya
Rock Ya
Rock Ya
Rock Ya
Rock Ya
Rock Ya