Fishbone - Properties Of Propaganda (Fuk This Shit On Up) Lyrics






Best to bust the dust
Of a flour to powder the crust
A grain of sand and a gust of wind
To stir my stomach
And a ground swell to shake
The all that it must take
To break the headache
In my earthquake

Git together yo' shit
Move your ass to a proper toilet

We gonna fuc We gonna phuck
We gonna fuque this shit on up

Git it like it's posed to be gotten
Hear it like it's posed to be heard

Shake it loose
Shake it loose holy cow
Sittin silly like a morning roost
Time don't tell no swells
Cock-A-Doodle-Do duck or git goosed
Cock-A-Doodle-Do duck or git goosed
Sittin it on down
Sit your ass on down

Git together your shit
Move your ass to a proper toilet

It's the properties of propaganda
When your feet don't move and you
Don't know where you standda





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  1. D.... L....

    Doo Doo funk putting the stank on the "1"

  2. L.... Z....

    18?
    No.

  3. B.... H....

    Funk overload -- so good.

  4. T.... S....

    Funativly FUNKAY!

  5. j.... z....

    Best to bust the dust
    Of a flour to powder the crust
    A grain of sand and a gust of wind
    To stir my stomach
    And a ground swell to shake
    The all that it must take
    To break the headache
    In my earthquake

    Git together yo' shit
    Move your ass to a proper toilet

    We gonna fuc We gonna phuck
    We gonna fuque this shit on up

    Git it like it's posed to be gotten
    Hear it like it's posed to be heard

    Shake it loose
    Shake it loose holy cow
    Sittin silly like a morning roost
    Time don't tell no swells
    Cock-A-Doodle-Do duck or git goosed
    Cock-A-Doodle-Do duck or git goosed
    Sittin it on down
    Sit your ass on down

    Git together your shit
    Move your ass to a proper toilet

    It's the properties of propaganda
    When your feet don't move and you
    Don't know where you standda

  6. c.... w....

    plays in my head all by itself....i think the dj inmy head likes it xx

  7. M.... B....

    When your feet don't move and yo
    Just don't know where you standda
    It's the properties of propaganda
    Git together yo' shit
    Move your ass to a proper toilet
    Get your shit together

  8. C.... G....

    Sick sick sick sick, we own Rock n Roll