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 beat one-two one-two semblance Since I ain't supposed, no I'm soaps in my mouth like coke stem
For the silence of the swine, slick on my slim chews on the lamp, sippin' booze as a cow moves Lose my over speak of a censor Morse code but Three had no family
Friends of mine swine on the back stab Grabbin' greedy, now it's Rikers or My walkin' stick flips, it's a stick up Misdirected like Charlie Babbitt, up
Three-fifths, three-fifths, this He to roll, a man with three-fifths, a man without his soul So is this equal or up your ass? sticks who got your vote and rather slit your throat
Try them, bacon No I ain't gonna eat of that Try them, bacon No I ain't eat none of that
Try them, souflee No I ain't gonna eat of that Try
No no no, green and swine But they keep edgin' to my plate, I step and say "Thanks, I just ate", not that I would eat it Even if I was hungry all the ills of the
That could have me in I stay clear of all the evil all the envy And who used to be friendly Pretend to be down, but changin' real So heed the word, heed the word of my up your ass
a bone out, castin' a stone out Makin' water ripple but got the middle So now you sit there, big waves Talkin' about my ancestors used to be caves
time to wake up, bake the cake, and turn the page For now is the birth, the of the mind age We you and me all in a new time And give you much better to dine on
Try them, bacon No I ain't gonna eat of that Try them, bacon No I ain't eat none of that
I will not eat with Prince Paul I will not eat with Low Rawls I do not like eggs and swine I do not like those 3rd Bass
My loops and loops and rhymes you censor I'm scramblin' eggs on your family to your owns or you're blown to bits You're green eggs while I'm swallowin' the grits
You on your bony ass I'm passin' on the rhythm, I give 'em Gassin' me, you try to I'll swing 'em a 40 ounce the choice is constitutional solutions Arrest in domes of ignorance
I'm dickin' down swine, I my neck out Give a slap here, shorty'll put your out G's explicitly you see the story tells You put a sticker on my record and my sells
Sam I am not, the not but Sam Sever is So the critics all think they know clever is I never seen you 40'd up at the Pops So what a Senator knowin' hip-hop?
Try them, souflee No I ain't gonna eat none of Try them, bacon No I ain't gonna eat of that
Try them, souflee 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 favor of the man who can't the live flavor Bob's a jerk and he worked for the
Not X-Clan, but wax get taxed even if bland Branded for educated street And talk about life's bare essentials Put it to plate, the plate they won't deny it
But won't you a chance, or even a place to buy it Cry for freedom, but music's not free, it's Could never ever could say what needs to be spoken Put this out, before I
Before I hit the Killdrews, he started the arts I got much much better things, to do 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 worry the green eggs The green eggs, the eggs and the swine
Bacon No I gonna eat none of that Try them, souflee No I ain't eat none of that
I will not eat here or there I will not eat anywhere I will not eat green eggs and He he he he but my balls