Brick City Blood

Blowin up like a blister
That dapper mothafucka
puting babies in your little sister
Straight outta Jersey
rockin the sweater
Packin the batty
singin this song

"Straight out of Jersey
You hear me Ma Brotha
Straight from the land of the lost
I'ma hit you with the funk force"

Ridin the streets
walking the rails
sweatin the concrete
baggin the ales

It's that dapper mothafucka
with the phones on the dome
fat as a trucker
creepin in ya home
shittin your throne

Track 2

The tracks you see are being built
But they run you see, right down through the ghetto
Ferrying the conscious right past the drunks and their stilettos
The kids playing with their glocks n' tings

The tracks you see are being built, far beyond the line in the sand
We drew this line long before I even arrived, the line and the highway
We keep this line, enforce this line with a badge and a gun

For you see, the tracks are being built
They are small tracks for a symbolic train
And they are being built so that we move this line

this line here
stradling the city
strangling the city

You see we are building these tracks
these tracks

So that we can move this line
to the wrong side of the tracks

Ernest Borgnine

That beautiful man

That fat man

 I wish I was fa--t man

That would be great great fun

Round and sound through and through 

Rolling with laughter Jolly in spirit 

Comfortable in ownership 

 I wish I was fa--t man 

That would be great great fun

That beautiful man

That fat man