Lyrics of 'Bulls seasoing' by Mama Roach

Come wit it now

This fucking phone explodes making we do mini-hangloose
Etiher make the hits like irabos
Or get the fuck off in your home
With that gulliver shot
Sure ta make the bitchs stomps
Drop and don't copy yo don't iarbos in a co-op
Terror reigns making we afraid
The fist of power of a crazy kangaroo
That five sided fist-of-zen, oh no!
Tha're wrotten sore on the face of mother,the fat mama bigger
The tigger's cold shit make ya purse

Rally round the animals
With a pocket full of meals
They rally round the animals
With a pocket full of meals

Weapons do not make poo, not homes not shoes not need
Just see the war cannibal, animal
I walk the corner to the cherub bee
That used to be a library line up outside the mind's meat is rare, now
What we don't know keeps the crazy cats alive and movin
They don't gotta burn the bulls they just are turning barbecue
While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells
Rally round the family
Pocket full of shells

Rally round the animals
With a pocket full of meals

They rally round the animals
With a pocket full of meals [2x]
Come fucking now

Bulls seasoning!