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Crazy Town The Gift Of Game Toxic Music: S. Binzer - B. Mazur - D. Miller Lyrics: S. Binzer - B. Mazur Catch a fire, fire it up. Corrupt, stirring it up. Its burning hot, drifting, Hitting every slot, With a drop kick, its toxic. Trouble, like your girl in a mosh pit. Ive lost it. And thats the only way that we rock shit. Banging heads and ripping threads. If I wasnt rocking shows, Id be better off dead. With a one, two. One word can destroy your whole crew. And thats toxic. CHORUS: Toxic, loud and obnoxious. Crazy Towns toxic. With that, rock your block Shit. Toxic, popping more lip. We love to talk shit. Rocking your block with that. Straight out the block shit. Toxic. A Buddha, ballistic. Blacklisted, twist of fate. My vocals fatal. As naughty block concoctions Rock your cradle. I thought Id wait til The timing was right, To ignite, Cause people like me We only come out at night. I rock the main line And party with fine bitches. Which is a dirty job But somebodys got to do it. So, whos the crew with? More hos than vivid. Lyrics explicit. So, fuck the critics. We leave them hanging Like INXS. CHORUS Toxic thresholds of Colombian gold. You cant roll how we roll. We possess your soul And 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. And we stand alone. We infiltrate your chromosomes No clone. Our DNA has got a strain Of its own. And its toxic. CHORUS |
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