SX Rx RnR

AG = Awesome Gorgeous' lyrics
ST = Special T's lyrics

chorus-
Sex, Drugs, Rock N Roll
All we think about and all we know
Don't you know that's all we're here for
Nothin we give a fuck about in this world but
Sex, Drugs, Rock N Roll
Sex, Drugs, Rock N Roll

AG:
S.X. R.X. R-n-R
Pussy and dope and livin like a rockstar
I might not have any fuckin money
But life's still a joke to me - and it's fuckin funny
Wake up with one of three things on my mind every day
Crack my neck, scratch my nutsack and I say, hey
Something's missing; Somebody pack me a bowl
Or bring me a hoe, or an amp to blow
ST:
Or all of the above, I can handle 'em all
Hittin the bong and the bongos while you suck my balls
Okay lookit me, my legs are crooked
I don't give a shit I gots skills you cant fuck with
My rhyme style's cerebral, and I'm palsyin' out
Jimmy legs goin' when bitches go south
I drink and smoke and sodomize schoolgirls
Bringin tha noize, and I rock your world

(ch)x2

ST:
They call me Special-T, and my Specialty
Is smokin' til I can't see, and drinkin til I pee
my pants-come off; but I don't give a fuck
Cocks so nice you pretty much gotta suck
Like a lollypop, How many licks does it take
to- ohhh shit.. Not many I guess cuz I already came
But there's still lots of ways that I can please
I'll Break out the weed while Awesome Gorge drops the beat
AG:
Get down, bitch; if you aint down with
The way that Special T and Awesome Gorgeous rock shit
I ain't really a rockstar, I don't even own a car
But I smash guitars and get smashed in bars
Like Keith Morris said, I Just Want Some Skank
But I blacked out, and woke up in the drunk tank
Again, got damn, that wasn't the plan
But I don't give a fuck tonight I'll do it all again


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ST:
SX RX R-n-R
Hot girls, hard drugs, and air guitars
AG:
Poppin' E, railin' coke out the crack of your mom's arse
With more nose cauterizations and drinkin charges
Than Whitney Houston; I rock the hardest
Wanna step to me, don't even get me started
You're retarded. BCS fuckin like to get wrecked
Shootin up, like this was Virginia Tech
ST:
I smoke crack rocks and I'll fuckin have sex
With anything that moves, I'm fucked in the head
On second thought; I'm even down with fuckin the dead
Choppin off heads and fuckin the hole in your neck
Don't give a fuck that's how we roll, in BCS
Our crew's full of psychos, and schizophrenics
AG:
We ain't down with you clowns unless you're crazy too
My nostrils are clogged up with model airplane glue
ST:
If you don't like our music than we're fuckin rapin' you
Cuttin out your organs and penetratin' the wounds
AG:
If you ain't down with our sound that's okay, we fuckin' hate you too
ST:
Darker than Slayer, more evil than Satan too
We're like heathens, fuck that we're like demons
AG:
And there's just three things that keep our black hearts beatin
St
...(oh yeah? what's that?)


(chorus)