Just the thing to listen to after the better part of the week in the hospital, getting out to find eight hundred thousand requests for favours in your inbox. I mean, this is just the thing if you don’t have conventional nukes handy.

Public Enemy: I Can’t Do Nuthin’ For You, Man

via Susan Main

Runnin’ for your life, by the knife

Runnin’ from your wife … yipes

You should’ve stuck with home

Your mind to blow your dome

It was you that chose your due

You built a maze you can’t get through

I tried to help you all I can

Now I can’t do nuttin’ for you man

 

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

You got all these people on your back now

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

Flavor flav got problems of his own

I can’t do nuttin’ for you man

 

Go lean on shells answer man

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

You jumped out of the jelly into a jam

 

Make ya love the wrong instead of right

Not a thief cat burglar through the night

cop told your girl her name was Shirl

About a rooftop crime to steal her pearls

Oozy down the bullets in the gun

 

Just microwave themselves a ton

The you tried to help them all they can

But they couldn’t do nuttin’ for ya man

 

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

They couldn’t do nuttin’ for ya man

 

Flavor Flav is the sun

Public Enemy number one

Gotcha runnin’ from the gun (pow)

Of a brain that weighs a ton

Can’t face my facts that’s on the shelf

Cause you want a hand out for your wealth

Eatin’ welfare turkey out of the can

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

 

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

You want six dollars for what?

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

You better man kiss my but

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

I’m busy tryin’ to do for me

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

That’s the way the ball bounces gee

 

Bass for your face, kick that shit