Ain't
Album: Little Taste
By: Deathrow Tull
By: Deathrow Tull
Duration
3:18
Genres
Description
That is what it was. Not your Golden Day. We want something more. This is what it ain't!
Lyrics
This ain't no major label. This ain't no monster squad. This ain't no grimy gangster gun-clappin atom bomb. This ain't no blogosphere. This ain't no ninja kicks. This ain't no fashion-forward frontin hipster lunatics. This ain't no Gangster music. but this is ganster Music. We'd show you how to use it, but then we all gonna lose it. This is that party banger. This is that summer jam to get the whole damn party snappin like a rubber band. Talkin' bout a revolution, this is nothing like that and if you ain't got a cross to bear, I'll be your Pontious Pilot. Conscious Tyrant. You don't give a frick, we give a frick, come back for seconds, this is not a pity frick, this is a passion intervention. This is not a Lysistrata. This is a West Philly Mantra. This is not a Grecian Tragedy, It's more like Willy Wonka!
