Front cover final 1
Front cover final 1

From the album L.A.M.B.

Lyrics

Target market guard the hostage
Hold the ransom
Creative captive
Slay the dragons
Sway the fans and
Spark it spark
Parade the carcus
Waste the harvest
Delay the conquest
Praise the monsters

Why won't you give me props
Showbiz?
Why would you tell your boss
Go get?

Count it count it you already know it’s all there
Count on it but it’s not yours don’t share
Im Hiawatha then you could be my Minnehaha
No More steeling kisses like Im Ali Baba
It’s all Mangia Mangia like Im your Italian Syha
Im your Fa_jah For Jah
Applause the floors ours
I paid the war dons
Who says the worlds ours?

We dipped but
But They don't want chip in and spread the queso
They don't wish to bridge us a cross the threshold
They monsters in the mobb that fosters
Assassinate my rosters conscience



Espionage death cap mushroom
Franz Ferdinand bond strong
Conflict Cartridge Chukar Partridge
Philosophic gorilla softens
In Levatine Confines
engaged the Captured
With faithful actors
Sell Bitter Bread
To each home
Descending Sheepfold
Wait to overcome the sacred poem
Papi Dante Says he sorry
Turning vile mistrust
From Camaraderie
Initiate the red cross
And scope the bodily

We dipped but
But They don't want chip in and spread the queso
They don't wish to bridge us a cross the threshold
They monsters in the mobb that fosters
Assassinate my rosters consciense

living fearless, sinking ear depths,
20,000 leagues under MCS,
with hitler haircuts
A squeaky air duct
She got a cool beak
and feathered fair stuff
Truly I like waking up
With out thinking whereabouts
Spray rounds loud as aerosol
You wear us out
Afro Hair like VeraJao
I don't throw hands in
the Audubon ballroom
Aunwar Sadat at the Restaurant Im Not you
Im me
UNITY

We dipped but
But They don't want chip in and spread the queso
They don't wish to bridge us a cross the threshold
They monsters in the mobb that fosters
Assassinate my rosters consciense