Ain't
By: Deathrow Tull
Genres
Description
Deathrow Tull makes a dance party. Your pants are invited.
Lyrics
This ain't no major label. This ain't no monster squad. This ain't not grimey 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 gangster "music." We 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 house poppin like a runner band! That is what it was. Fuck your golden days. We want something more. This is what it ain't. We want something better. Talkin bout a revolution, this is nothing like that and if you ain't got a cross to bear, I'll be your pontius pilot. Conscious tyrant, you don't give a fuck, I give a fuck come back for seconds. This is not a pity fuck. 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. Ain't no time for Mazel tov. Blazin toss your Molotov. Dubb M. D. The MVP hoistin the Maurice Pot aloft.
