Party's in my head Party's in my head [chorus] I don't care if the whole club is dead 'cuz the party's in my head The party's in my head If you
a mets game on network t.v. kept his head in the clouds with any cheap high he could cull in his cancered impala and his hog shirts and his head tapes
suffer Fill the voice with no muffler, I's a bad motherfucker Uncover, unleash the beast, dangerous from head to feet Can't control my rhymes, because them bitches seep through My
off a cliff, it's a very slow fall so let's all go and party on the moon (let's all go and party on the moon) yeah, let's all go and party on the moon
and I run to my car and I tell my legs run faster and they say who do you think you are? So I call up my date A September playmate I gotta get myself
gonna be Roxie I'm gonna be a celebrity That means somebody everyone knows They're gonna recognize my eyes My hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose From just
Who the bad guy? It's I, the chinky eye Knotty-head, rugged MC, from N.Y. City, my whole rap committee get busy My roots date back to Kizzy, now ask
the van, what a disaster We were heading to the south to play a punkrockshow Let me rephrase that, we were heading south to play some stupid party For
do be hip And there's one thing I dislike when people at a party sit Now I didn't come here to be judged by the color of my skin Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. just
bleeds Who the bad guy? It's I, the chinky eye Knotty-head, rugged MC, from N.Y. City, my whole rap committee get busy My roots date back to Kizzy, now
s my project, can't stop Tec While the triple X bin got my nine wrecked Wild Cowboys makin' noise on the track, flip it We represent for my boys with
