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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. It’s burning hot, drifting, Hitting every slot, With a drop kick, it’s toxic. Trouble, like your girl in a mosh pit. I’ve lost it. And that’s the only way that we rock shit. Banging heads and ripping threads. If I wasn’t rocking shows, I’d be better off dead. With a one, two. One word can destroy your whole crew. And that’s toxic. CHORUS: Toxic, loud and obnoxious. Crazy Town’s 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 vocal’s fatal. As naughty block concoctions Rock your cradle. I thought I’d 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 somebody’s got to do it. So, who’s 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 can’t 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 it’s toxic. CHORUS |
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