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Keep It Comin

Smokin' up an L

Might kill a brain cell

But I might as well

I'm on a highway to hell

sometimes I feel doomed,

Totally consumed

By an eerie feelin'

I hear pigs squealin'

Soldiers of fortune

Are torchin' huts

The girls on them TVs

Are shakin' their butts

I'm hyperventilatin'

I might be hallucinatin'

Yo I got a chill

I'm feelin' sort of ill

I'm goin' mad

But aren't ya glad

ya used Dial

I'm goin out like style


Uh and ya don't quit

Yeah, keep it comin'

And ya don't stop

They say

Uh and ya don't quit

I got complexes

Ya can't figure out

My dad said

"He's a bum, kick the nigger out"

My head's fucked up

But I lucked up

And got a hit record

Now I'm well respected

I can go places I never went before

I still dress the same

So it must be my name

I can't deal

With who's real and who's not

Who treated me the same

When my record wasn't hot

They said I couldn't eat too

So I put my cake down

I think I'm having a breakdown


It's not paranoia

I got something for ya

It's made of chrome

And it'll burst you dome

No joke my gun'll

Blow a fuckin' tunnel

Right through your body


I'll leave with your hotty

And I'll take her home

Lay her down on her back

And I'll make her moan


Uh and ya don't quit

Yeah, keep me cummin'

And ya don't stop

Soul Assasins and ya don't stop

FunkDoobie and ya don't stop -ac

House Of Pain

Keep It Comin / House Of Pain

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