H-BlockX - ***** The Facts Lyrics
Get up funky... huh, let me here ya talk, talk about *****Me Im a victim of a young girls suckFeeling the emotions through my body ass buttEverytime I see her in that God damned dressFell the stomach, busy stomach, thats what I have to confessAh, thats me ya what you see yaTelling bout my stomach and my feels yaAh thats me ya, watcha see yaTelling bout, telling bout me yaThis is a thing that everybody knows aboutEvery boy and ***** so myself I mustnt worry aboutEasy to find, huh, hard to loseSo me myself and i, we got no chance to chooseI cant tell ya what I feel yaThis is a mother*****ing problem that I hate yaI cant tell ya what I feel yaI hate it but I take it but I try to surpress yaChorus:*****, said *****, *****, said ***** the facts*****, said *****, *****, said ***** the factsIn addition to the point I was talking aboutYou must remember my name and all my habits and my attitudeSo listen to the things that Ive got to tellMy name is g on the b.a.s.s. b.gHit the bass in the face seven days of the week yaHanging round my posse thats what everybody needs yaMe and my band, thats what I stay for - stay forMe and my band, thats what I pray for - pray forMusic has a use for my personalityCause if Id loose it I wouldnt stand it if you know what meanMy heart is hundred percent music thats what I feel ya - feel yaI feel the drummers kick in my b.o.d.y. soI try to combine my *****ing emos to the ***** hitTry to fight it with my music as hatredI try to combine my *****ing emos to the ***** hitTry to combine it with my music as hatredChorusWhat about my girl, man?What about my music, man?Ina bona litaI cant stand that shit...
