I, Bizzy Bone, stand before you with all belief in Christ, the creator, in Heaven. We bring to you the 7th Sign, engage the manifesto. Creeper Cancer, Luna Lilo, the searchers. Engage the manifesto. Welcome. From a small plot part America (Ha ha) Three young souls from the planet we now call Earth search the land profits for some understanding. Yeah... One.
Bizzy Bone
Whitty 'n nitty city, Bizzy rippin' the Bone and Biggie/ I'm gritty nitty and won't no record company rip me/ So did he pretty little bitty women and many the little kiddies, tattooed titties, I'm off the hizzy fiffie/ Fa shizzy, fa sho! Bizzy step in his Dickies/ Come through the fire of hell, would you come there to get me? This ain't a game I fearlessly drain, cause this ain't histericle, terrible/ Feelin' my parabal? I'm usin' my brain/ When I be flippin' my mental methodical ammunition/ Uh, can I get a witness cause this is big business/ Lust is the devil's word, so is the bishops, so is the preachers/ Girls if ain't it love, get ya shit, start dippin'/ With the, heart of a king! Heart is spit! Lord have mercy, I'm on a mission, no body heard me/ Up and at 'em, bright and early, dirty/ Jesus we ain't worthy! We topsy-turby
-Chorus-Bizzy-
(One day...) I'm slidin' my wrist across the glass/ Aristocrat totalitarian crime path/ And ya'll ain't got to hear me now/ It's gonna come to pass/ Oh, it's gonna comin' to pass/ Oh, it's gonna come to pass one day