Some people think they jive me but I know they must be crazy
They can't see their misfortune I guess their just a little to lazy
Je suie le grande zombie my yellow belt of choisen
I ain't afraid of no tomcats gonna fill my cup with poison
I walked through the fire and I fly through the smoke
I wanna see my enemy at the end of my rope
I walk on pins and needles and I see what they can do
Walk on gilded splinters with the king of the Zulu ...
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