Hollywood Babylon (Explicit Album Version)

Artist：crazy town
Songs Title：hollywood babylon

If you got an itch to catch some havoc.
There's mayhem in the plastic.
City of La La I mean the land of holy Zsa Zsa
The wood is hot and you can spot the flocks
Of people like sheep those with dredlocks
To jocks with Reeboks fleeing hard rocks

A la cafe Bambatta flashy fa*** ****on.
Imagine cra*******ng bashes with *****es
That be bad and wi*******ng for the fame
And recognition.

They're on a mission for self baby

We're like the twelve my tribe is crazy deep.
We got the beats that are hot.
We 're like clinique.
Foundation resonates when I speak.
And if by chance you catch it
Then listen the wisdom
Epic open hitting choking up.
You've done it now and woken up.
The giant scientist of hits
That make you jump like a lunatic
On pogo sticks waving your fists.
So if you're catching a fit.

I don't really know but you better scram
Hurry in a double.
It goes on
On and on and on

Hell raising Hollywood
Welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on

The party don't stop 'til the
Mystery's gone.
I've seen it all I'll see it again.
I shake a lot of hands

But I don't got a lot of friends.
It goes on. On and on and on.
Hell raising Hollywood
Welcome to Babylon.

Live from the city of lights.
Sunny days and late nights.
**** designer drugs porn stars
And bar fights.
I drop. Makes the bells rock.
I 'm Mr. *******fty Shellshock
Call me the man of the hour
In the land of the lost.
Taking the money and the power.
CXT we hold our own
All eyes on us.
Crazy rise rain like brimstone
Kicking up dust.
I grab the mic with a firm hold
In a world of shattered goals
Pot holes broke folks and
Bank roll.
Pole position.
Daddy rolling rolling causing Havoc.
So ready set.
I 'm more than set
Like Morissette to Maverick
Got a she's got to have it habit.
Sick I leave them stuck.

I'm getting high for a living
Not giving a ****.

I'm screaming out the call of the wild.
I'm speaking in tongues.
I am the child of the sun.
The power of one.
I beat the drums
Of the Crazy Town click.

It's the third eye sitting on the tip.
Of the pyramid flipped.
Now I see a little shotty
Illuminatti front.
Dead bodies in my trunk.
Unraveling the source
I travel into self.
You gauge my wage
And then you try to debate my wealth.
The consequences linger

And I'm fingering the perpetrators.
Hey yo my nature was bred
On the cross fader.
It's the 7th house.
Armageddon trudger .
Ready for death
It's the brimstone slugger.