"Holly Wants To Go (Intro)" lyrics
Jay Worthy & George Clinton Lyrics
You walk a million miles bitin' off one of my styles
Death tolls in trillions, trashed by the trial of traumatic disorder
Sort of relate in the way I saw 'em
Death by battle, afford the postmortem
I caught 'em silhouetted, picked out to get it
Like a AK-47, I found the rhythms
And let it reload my lips, and God
To fit the job, shoot laid upon the head of segregated house
That harbored a Babadook with a front to chat with me
Get that bullshit out of my face
I told it, "Rap my reply," attackin' the guy
Who from this point on, was doomed to die
Death tolls in trillions, trashed by the trial of traumatic disorder
Sort of relate in the way I saw 'em
Death by battle, afford the postmortem
I caught 'em silhouetted, picked out to get it
Like a AK-47, I found the rhythms
And let it reload my lips, and God
To fit the job, shoot laid upon the head of segregated house
That harbored a Babadook with a front to chat with me
Get that bullshit out of my face
I told it, "Rap my reply," attackin' the guy
Who from this point on, was doomed to die
