Classic love story true to his western tx roots. One of my favorites as a story, but I think there are alot of songs that are amazing not even listed on this site. I guess I should figure out how to add them, because I have about 8 REK cd's.
[Verse 1 - Farma G]
I tread a rugged terrain, with this rain pouring down like I'm to blame.
Call the saints now start marching.
Great hits and goldies, charting on the A list,
Pop playtime, rock with a limp wrist.
All original, like keeping it typical,
On the world spiritual, the Anti-rap Killer Crew.
Hordes of deamons, reason with the righteous brothers,
Ramson Badbones, brother from another mother.
Flowing furious fist fight, worst burns and frost bite,
Hitting you dykes in the windpipes.
Holly atmosphere, dusty hair warfare.
Militia A-Team, dynamite on halloween.
Trick or treating with half of your limbs missing,
You have sweet dreams, we've been death wishing.
Or build a bang, pull da pin when we bling,
Greet the the Three Dragon King, well Ming stay Merciless.
It's a big sting, wild life and no rehearsal,
The Universal rulers, stack rapper, stay losers.
Chorus
It's gonna be thunder, it's gonna be lightning,
You're messing with the Dragon Kings so there's gonna be a tragedy.
[Verse 2 - Ransom Badbones]
I bring clans to your lands of giant cockroaches,
Jump from the sun, see how high my drop zone is.
You're not knowing, the sabertooth carnivore,
Raging through armoured doors, praise truth and art of war.
We're harcore, so raise up the white flag it's Task Force
Power punch, slam you like car doors.
When we grab mics and turn shit to Star Wars,
Organs and skellitle remains on your dance floor.
All whackness invades, drop and hibernate
The man with an apatite, swallowing a live grenade.
Fuck the bullshit I'll walk on your tidal wave,
Night and day, walk with the giant apes.
Jungles and rain storms, silver back terror in a strange form,
Texas type chainsaws leave your brain torn.
Born to wage war, drop bombs like a German,
Styles and urban, spitting in a hyper version.
On my tip-toes, secret's the sign of murders,
A peasant like Aladdin, I ignite your servants.
Violent person, nah blood I'm Doctor Evil,
Kicking hinges off the doors if the locks are feble.
Pickpocket posh people while they watch cathedrals,
Call the guards, their punclines are not as lethal.
Smoke alot of green food while I practice yoga,
Ransom's cold blood, breaking hearts like Cassanova.
[Chorus]
It's gonna be thunder, it's gonna be lightning,
You're messing the the Dragon Kings so there's gonna be a tragedy.
[Verse 3] - Chester P
I pull the final curtain, the crazy drunk person,
Attacking clergymen with their Saint James version.
Flying on the Persians, psychopathic surgeon,
Lurking in your nightmares, causing a distrubance.
Wrestle and disect you, bloods on my specticles,
I sell human organs to the extra-terrestials.
Sit unconventional, haunted house sentinel
Mutated octopus born with five tenticles.
Extroverted radical, war dancing Navajo,
Darside high chief, sitting round the totem pole.
True indisposible, beat you with a bowling ball,
Despicable and criminal, masterminds and know-it-alls.
Last days orphan, stab you with a swordfish,
Run off looking orkish, expressionless and thoughtless.
Radiated cardinals, melting at the alters,
Schizophrenic poltergeist, throwing news reporters.
Shifty night stalkers, draining life forces,
I fight fours guns and bear gripping for your corpses.
I morph into oxygen penetrate your fortress,
Vampire hornets infiltrate your forces.
Morphing into oxygen and penetrate your fortress
Vampire hornets infiltrate your forces.
[Chorus]
It's gonna be thunder, it's gonna be lightning,
You're messing the the Dragon Kings so there's gonna be a tragedy.
It's gonna be thunder, it's gonna be lightning,
You're messing the the Dragon Kings so there's gonna be a tragedy.
I tread a rugged terrain, with this rain pouring down like I'm to blame.
Call the saints now start marching.
Great hits and goldies, charting on the A list,
Pop playtime, rock with a limp wrist.
All original, like keeping it typical,
On the world spiritual, the Anti-rap Killer Crew.
Hordes of deamons, reason with the righteous brothers,
Ramson Badbones, brother from another mother.
Flowing furious fist fight, worst burns and frost bite,
Hitting you dykes in the windpipes.
Holly atmosphere, dusty hair warfare.
Militia A-Team, dynamite on halloween.
Trick or treating with half of your limbs missing,
You have sweet dreams, we've been death wishing.
Or build a bang, pull da pin when we bling,
Greet the the Three Dragon King, well Ming stay Merciless.
It's a big sting, wild life and no rehearsal,
The Universal rulers, stack rapper, stay losers.
Chorus
It's gonna be thunder, it's gonna be lightning,
You're messing with the Dragon Kings so there's gonna be a tragedy.
[Verse 2 - Ransom Badbones]
I bring clans to your lands of giant cockroaches,
Jump from the sun, see how high my drop zone is.
You're not knowing, the sabertooth carnivore,
Raging through armoured doors, praise truth and art of war.
We're harcore, so raise up the white flag it's Task Force
Power punch, slam you like car doors.
When we grab mics and turn shit to Star Wars,
Organs and skellitle remains on your dance floor.
All whackness invades, drop and hibernate
The man with an apatite, swallowing a live grenade.
Fuck the bullshit I'll walk on your tidal wave,
Night and day, walk with the giant apes.
Jungles and rain storms, silver back terror in a strange form,
Texas type chainsaws leave your brain torn.
Born to wage war, drop bombs like a German,
Styles and urban, spitting in a hyper version.
On my tip-toes, secret's the sign of murders,
A peasant like Aladdin, I ignite your servants.
Violent person, nah blood I'm Doctor Evil,
Kicking hinges off the doors if the locks are feble.
Pickpocket posh people while they watch cathedrals,
Call the guards, their punclines are not as lethal.
Smoke alot of green food while I practice yoga,
Ransom's cold blood, breaking hearts like Cassanova.
[Chorus]
It's gonna be thunder, it's gonna be lightning,
You're messing the the Dragon Kings so there's gonna be a tragedy.
[Verse 3] - Chester P
I pull the final curtain, the crazy drunk person,
Attacking clergymen with their Saint James version.
Flying on the Persians, psychopathic surgeon,
Lurking in your nightmares, causing a distrubance.
Wrestle and disect you, bloods on my specticles,
I sell human organs to the extra-terrestials.
Sit unconventional, haunted house sentinel
Mutated octopus born with five tenticles.
Extroverted radical, war dancing Navajo,
Darside high chief, sitting round the totem pole.
True indisposible, beat you with a bowling ball,
Despicable and criminal, masterminds and know-it-alls.
Last days orphan, stab you with a swordfish,
Run off looking orkish, expressionless and thoughtless.
Radiated cardinals, melting at the alters,
Schizophrenic poltergeist, throwing news reporters.
Shifty night stalkers, draining life forces,
I fight fours guns and bear gripping for your corpses.
I morph into oxygen penetrate your fortress,
Vampire hornets infiltrate your forces.
Morphing into oxygen and penetrate your fortress
Vampire hornets infiltrate your forces.
[Chorus]
It's gonna be thunder, it's gonna be lightning,
You're messing the the Dragon Kings so there's gonna be a tragedy.
It's gonna be thunder, it's gonna be lightning,
You're messing the the Dragon Kings so there's gonna be a tragedy.
Lyrics submitted by sphynx01
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