You do not dig them, so you say Try them, try and you may Try and you may, I say
Slave drivers on your dollar bills that builds upon ignorance Significant, you never beat one-two semblance I ain't supposed, no boastin' I'm keepin' soaps in my like coke stem
For the silence of the swine, slick on my slim chews Liquor on the lamp, booze as a cow moves Lose my over speak of a censor Morse code but Three had no family
Friends of mine align swine on the back Grabbin' greedy, now it's or rehab My walkin' stick just flips, a stick up Misdirected like Charlie Babbitt, up
Three-fifths, three-fifths, like He to roll, a man with three-fifths, a man without his soul So is equal or blowin' up your ass? Smoke sticks who got vote and rather slit your throat
Try them, bacon No I ain't gonna eat of that Try them, bacon No I ain't gonna eat of that
Try them, souflee No I gonna eat none of that Try
No no no, green eggs and But they keep edgin' to my plate, I step and say "Thanks, 'cause I just ate", not that I eat it if I was hungry all the ills of the streets
That could have done me in I stay of all the evil all the envy And who used to be friendly Pretend to be down, but changin' fast So the word, heed the word of my foot up your ass
a bone out, castin' a stone out Makin' ripple but got nothin' the middle So now you sit there, makin' big Talkin' about my ancestors to be from caves
It's time to wake up, bake the cake, and turn the For now is the birth, the birth of the age We you and me all in a new zone And give you somethin' much better to on
Try them, souflee No I gonna eat none of that Try them, bacon No I ain't eat none of that
I will not eat them with Paul I will not eat with Low Rawls I do not like eggs and swine I do not like 3rd Bass rhymes
My loops and loops and rhymes you censor I'm scramblin' eggs on family credenza Attend to your owns or you're to bits You're eatin' eggs while I'm swallowin' the grits
You sits on your bony ass I'm on the rhythm, I give 'em me, you try to geez I'll swing 'em Like a 40 ounce the is constitutional solutions Arrest in domes of ignorance
I'm dickin' swine, I stick my neck out Give a slap here, put your head out Five G's explicitly you see the tells You put a sticker on my and my record sells
Sam I am not, with the not but Sam is So the critics all think they what clever is I never seen you 40'd up at the Pops So what a Senator knowin' hip-hop?
Try them, bacon No I ain't gonna eat none of Try them, bacon No I ain't eat none of that
Try them, bacon No I ain't eat none of that Try them, try
Freedom of that is spoken in loose lips To those who appreciate large tips, tippin' the Slum is in of the man who can't stand the live flavor a jerk and he worked for the ex-friend
Not X-Clan, but wax get taxed even if it's Branded for street credentials And can't talk about life's bare Put it to plate, 'cause the plate won't deny it
But won't give you a chance, or even a to buy it Cry for freedom, but music's not free, it's Could never could ever could say needs to be spoken Put out, before I depart
Before I hit the Killdrews, he started the arts I got much better things, to do with my time Than to worry about the green and swine Try them, the eggs and swine
Much much better things to do my time Than to about the green eggs The eggs, the green eggs and the swine
souflee No I gonna eat none of that Try them, bacon No I ain't eat none of that
I will not eat them or there I not eat them anywhere I will not eat green eggs and He he he he but my itch