Keep It Comin'

I'm feelin' sort of ill
My dad said
But aren't ya glad

They said I couldn't eat too
And I'll take her home
And got a hit record

Ya can't figure out
Free John Gotty
And it'll burst you dome
Yeah, keep it comin'
I can go places I never went before
I'm on a highway to hell
Right through your body
And I'll make her moan
Uh and ya don't quit

And ya don't stop

The girls on them TV's
Uh and ya don't quit
Cypress Hill and ya don't stop
Now I'm well respected

Soldiers of fortune
Yeah, keep me cummin'
I'm goin' mad
I got complexes
Yo, I got a chill
Uh and ya don't quit
It's not paranoia
And ya don't stop
Blow a fuckin' tunnel
I used Dial
Yeah, keep it comin'
I got something for ya
I'm hyperventilatin'
Uh and ya don't quit
I might be hallucinatin'
No joke, my gun'll

Totally consumed
House of Pain and ya don't stop
Uh and ya don't quit
Soul Assassins and ya don't stop
FunkDoobie and ya don't stop

Uh and ya don't quit

Lay her down on her back
But I might as well
"He's a bum, kick the nigger out"
By an aerie feelin'
They say
They say
So I put my cake down
Who treated me the same
I hear pigs squealin'
And ya don't stop
Uh and ya don't quit
It's made of chrome

When my record wasn't hot
Might kill a brain cell
I'll leave with you hotty
Are torchin' huts
Are shakin' their butts
I'm goin' out like style
And ya don't stop
I can't deal with who's real and who's not
I think I'm having a breakdown

My head's fucked up but I lucked up
They say
Yeah, keep it comin'
I still dress the same so it must be my name