Pat Campbell Rules
Whoo! Uhh, ah ah, ayahhh, ahh ahh ahh
And you don't stop, ahh ahh, word is bond, word is bond
Now introducin the sound from the ghetto
E Double and Too $hort, what the fuck you thought?
I come with the ruckus, It's My Thing when I swing
I'm Born to Mack, always strapped, with the black gat
Who out there I swear boy wanna get touched
Roll up, and catch a slug to the chest, so DUCK
I talk the talk, walk the walk, now nigga
Five hundred S drivin with hand on trigger
Crazy Lestat, check my track record
Everything I touch is gold since eighteen ye
The Midas Touch
The Midas touch is everywhere, everywhere
Your just not the same
When I turn you to gold
Like stories of old
The Midas touch is in me now, in me now
But how do I feel, when I'm torn in two
Between gold and you, gold and you
The boy with the Midas touch
Turning us all to gold
Only by touching us, gold by feeling us
There's no escape from those take
The lifeblood of the people
You'll never be a king, my friend
You'll never be
Heaven sent, but hell bent, hell bent
You're just a child with the strength of many
Your head's on a penny
Lonely as sin, no riches within
No riches within
In love with the girl who works in your kitchen
You're leaving her itching for more
But she won't let you touch her
She won't let you kiss her
So, she'll never be yours
The boy with the Midas touch
Turning us all to gold
Only by touching us, gold by feeling us
There's no escape from those take
The lifeblood of the people
You'll never be a king, my friend
You'll never be
The boy with the Midas touch
There's no escape from those take
The lifeblood of the people
You'll never be a king my friend, never be
You'll never be king