Artist：crazy town

Songs Title：hollywood babylon

If you got an itch to catch some havoc

There's mayhem in the plastic

City of La La I mean the land of holy Zsa Zsa

The wood is hot and you can spot the flocks

Of people like sheep those with dredlocks

To jocks with Reeboks fleeing hard rocks

A la cafe Bambatta flashy fashion

Imagine crashing bashes with *******

That be bad and wishing for the fame

And recognition

They're on a mission for self baby

We're like the twelve my tribe is crazy deep

We got the beats that are hot

We're like clinique

Foundation resonates when I speak

And if by chance you catch it

Then listen the wisdom

Epic open hitting choking up

You've done it now and woken up

The giant scientist of hits

That make you jump like a lunatic

On pogo sticks waving your fists

So if you're catching a fit

I don't really know but you better scram

Hurry in a double

It goes on

On and on and on

Hell raising Hollywood

Welcome to Babylon

On and on and on and on

The party don't stop 'til the

Mystery's gone

I've seen it all I'll see it again

I shake a lot of hands

But I don't got a lot of friends

It goes on On and on and on

Hell raising Hollywood

Welcome to Babylon

Live from the city of lights

Sunny days and late nights

**** designer *** **** stars

And bar fights

I drop Makes the bells rock

I'm Mr Shifty Shellshock

Call me the man of the hour

In the land of the lost

Taking the money and the power

CXT we hold our own

All eyes on us

Crazy rise rain like brimstone

Kicking up dust

I grab the mic with a firm hold

In a world of shattered goals

Pot holes broke folks and

Bank roll

Pole position

Daddy rolling rolling causing Havoc

So ready set

I'm more than set

Like Morissette to Maverick

Got a she's got to have it habit

Sick I leave them stuck

I'm getting high for a living

Not giving a ****

I'm screaming out the call of the wild

I'm speaking in tongues

I am the child of the sun

The power of one

I beat the drums

Of the Crazy Town click

It's the third eye sitting on the tip

Of the pyramid flipped

Now I see a little shotty

Illuminatti front

Dead bodies in my trunk

Unraveling the source

I travel into self

You gauge my wage

And then you try to debate my wealth

The consequences linger

And I'm fingering the perpetrators

Hey yo my nature was bred

On the cross fader

It's the 7th house

Armageddon trudger

Ready for death

It's the brimstone slugger