| 5 Hand Lyrics |
| Steering wheel the trigger Windshield. my scope Gas my ammunition For you there's no hope Road Rage a joke 5 Speed Homicide Dual Air Destruction Your all gonna die!!! (My Car is a Weapon) You can run but you can't hide Highway Homicide Pedestrian Genocide Your all Gonna Die Blood covered engine grill full of flesh Entrail paint job speedbumps made of heads Nut Sack ornaments super waxed with AIDS my car is my big dick a hot rod between my legs (Chorus) DIE!!! DIE!!! DIE!!! |
| Intercepting Fist |
| Attack - Snap your wrist aim past your target, it's all in the hips Fight Stance, back fist, pak-sao, watch this. Retract - Block up high Chop them in the neck, gouge their eye Fight Stance, back fist pak-sao, watch this Let's all learn, INTERCEPTING FIST Be like water - flow (hot solo) Let's all learn, INTERCEPTING FIST Be fast - don't telegraph take them to the ground, wrap and snap Fight stance, back fist pak-sao, intercepting FIST!! |
| Billy Jack |
| Intro: I try, i really do, when Jean and all the kids down at the freedom school tell me to watch my violent temper, i try. But when i see this girl who we call God's little gift of sunshine and to think of the memories she's going to have from your one moment of savagery, that makes me go.........BERZERK (Munoz tangy licks) There's a school outside of town where the misfit kids gather round there's an Indian protecter messing with the kids makes him go bezerk He wears his jean jacket and his hat He's the man they cal Billy Jack. (Chorus) Tell you what I'm gonna do I'm gonna take this leg and wop you (WOP YOU) On that side of your face This is the freedom school's place. There's a rich prick who lives in town he hate's the freedom school cause they stand their ground There's only one thing in his way His name is billy jack and he'll save the day. Big Indian Chief, So Special, So above the law. (solo) (Chorus) |
| What's Your Style? |
| You killed my brother, now i kill you. You bring the medal, you frightened me char-tu. (Chorus) Hey, hip, ho - Huh? What's your style? You killed my master, now i kill you. My school is better, so is my kung-fu. (Chorus) Hey, hip, ho - Huh? What's your style? You killed my father now i kill you. You killed my mother and my sister too. My style's superior, your's is weak. Think your pretty good, c'mon and try me,. |