Toxic - Clean Album Version
Catch a fire, Fire it up
Corrupt stirring it up
It's buring hot, drifing
Hitting every slot
With a drop kick,
It's toxic
Trouble, like your girl in a mosh pit
I've lost it
And that the only way that we rock shit
Banging heads and 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
And that's toxic
Toxic, loud and abnoxious
Crazy Town's toxic
With that, rock your block Shit
Toxic, popping more lip
We love to talk shit
Rocking you block with that
stright out the block shit
Toxic
A budda, blastic
Blacklisted. twisted of faith
My vocal's fatal
As naughty v block concotions
Rock youe cradel
I thought I wait 'til The timeing was right
To inginte
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 the crew with?
More has than vivid
Lyrics explicit
So fuck the crities
We leave them hanging
like INXS.
Toxic threasholds of
Colomibian gold
You can't roll how we roll
We possess you soul
And push the panic
Is it godly or satanic?
Toxic or organic?
Manic minds refind or frantic
Just the way we planned it
See. we be stomping around The planet
And we stand alone
We inflitrate your chromosomes
No clone
Our DNA has got a strain
Of it's own And it's Toxic
Corrupt stirring it up
It's buring hot, drifing
Hitting every slot
With a drop kick,
It's toxic
Trouble, like your girl in a mosh pit
I've lost it
And that the only way that we rock shit
Banging heads and 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
And that's toxic
Toxic, loud and abnoxious
Crazy Town's toxic
With that, rock your block Shit
Toxic, popping more lip
We love to talk shit
Rocking you block with that
stright out the block shit
Toxic
A budda, blastic
Blacklisted. twisted of faith
My vocal's fatal
As naughty v block concotions
Rock youe cradel
I thought I wait 'til The timeing was right
To inginte
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 the crew with?
More has than vivid
Lyrics explicit
So fuck the crities
We leave them hanging
like INXS.
Toxic threasholds of
Colomibian gold
You can't roll how we roll
We possess you soul
And push the panic
Is it godly or satanic?
Toxic or organic?
Manic minds refind or frantic
Just the way we planned it
See. we be stomping around The planet
And we stand alone
We inflitrate your chromosomes
No clone
Our DNA has got a strain
Of it's own And it's Toxic
Credits
Writer(s): Bret Hadley Mazur, Seth Brooks Binzer, Doug W Miller
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