| Song | Fairytalez |
| Artist | Gravediggaz |
| Album | The Pick, The Sickle And The Shovel |
| 作词 : Berkeley, Gatekeeper, Grym ... | |
| This is the story of three little pigs | |
| And the projected damage that they did, pig number one was white | |
| Thought everything he did was right, the pigology of self | |
| Pink skin terror and wealth, just hogging shit up for self | |
| Rolled up on a pig named swine | |
| A brown skinned pig convinced him they was one of a kind | |
| The swine fell for the short tail | |
| But no way in hell was earth that stale | |
| Stone chicken eggs, hit em in the mud that they lay | |
| When it hatched, it was chicks of another shade | |
| The stone age, the origin of aids in the bone age | |
| There was a pig, skin was black | |
| He cleaned up the swine and they filthy acts | |
| If not they was be forced to sent back | |
| But trouble come first, stale shit got worse | |
| Consumers of swine are now cursed | |
| The exile meant from 'bylon, after three on | |
| The shores of north america's hoof | |
| When they celebrated thanksgiving with the wolf | |
| [kelis rogers, grym reaper] | |
| When i was young when i was young | |
| They was feeding me fairytalez they was feeding me fairytalez | |
| And this goes on and this goes on | |
| Until i'm old and gra-y-ayy until i'm old and gray | |
| When i was young when i was young | |
| They was feeding me fairytalez they was feeding me fairytalez | |
| And this goes on and this goes on and on and on | |
| Until i'm old and gra-y-ayy till i'm old and i'm gray | |
| [too poetic/grym reaper] | |
| There was a rich man, a poor man, a beggar, and a thief | |
| Now each had a different hustle to get food to eat | |
| The rich man was paid, cause the poor man was workin | |
| Like a slave, he only gave him, minimum wage | |
| The poor man endured this, torture for his four sons | |
| His daughter and his wife, cause he sought a better life | |
| His boss laid him off on the 4th of december | |
| He sold sweatshirts and boxer shorts, to keep his fort | |
| Now deep in the winter, he got pneumonia, from a cold | |
| This ended all of the little hustles that he controlled | |
| He was troubled in his soul, he couldn't sleep he wouldn't eat | |
| But by his side was a strong woman, not taking defeat | |
| She pleaded and begged the rich man, for the hubby | |
| Who gave fifteen years of his life, for the company | |
| Conversation was brief, with no relief in sight | |
| Then she unleashed her four sons into the night | |
| They robbed that rich man blind! | |
| Then fled over the borderline, escaping with all the cream | |
| But still could not restore the mind see | |
| Life is a dangerous game and it seems cash rule eventually | |
| Authored mentally | |
| [kelis rogers, grym reaper] | |
| When i was young when i was young | |
| They was feeding me fairytalez they was feeding me fairytalez | |
| And this goes on and this goes on and on | |
| Until i'm old and gra-y-ayy until i'm old and gray | |
| When i was young when i was young | |
| They was feeding me fairytalez they was feeding me fairytalez | |
| And this goes on and this goes on and on and on | |
| Until i'm old and gra-y-ayy till i'm old and i'm gray | |
| [too poetic/grym reaper] | |
| The rich man's soul turned to dust through the lust | |
| To control as much fluff, his cold heart touched | |
| The old fart grew up, with goals to be the fly kid | |
| With the golden midas, touch | |
| Smokin dutches that he ignited at will | |
| Usin hundred dollar bills the big will, up until, he collided | |
| With fate, had a stroke while chokin on some stake | |
| This was fatal as hell was not bein able to take his pace | |
| Back to the cradle | |
| [frukwan/gatekeeper] | |
| Jack and jill ran up the hill | |
| Jack said, "i never ran, never will, cause i'm from brownsville" | |
| But still, the living provider, the outsider had beef | |
| With peter piper cause his girl goldilox put stocks in his viper | |
| On the yellow brick road he lost control | |
| Got charged for runnin down the scarecrow, on the loose | |
| Runnin from hot pursuit, lead by dr. seuss | |
| Riding hard on his jock, when pete got blasted by the keystone cops | |
| [kelis rogers, grym reaper] | |
| When i was young when i was young | |
| They was feeding me fairytalez they was feeding me fairytalez | |
| And this goes on and this goes on and on | |
| Until i'm old and gra-y-ayy until i'm old and gray | |
| When i was young when i was young | |
| They was feeding me fairytalez they was feeding me fairytalez | |
| And this goes on and this goes on and on and on | |
| Until i'm old and gra-y-ayy till i'm old and i'm gray | |
| When i was young when i was young | |
| They was feeding me fairytalez they was feeding me fairytalez | |
| And this goes on and this goes on and on | |
| Until i'm old and gra-y-ayy until i'm old and gray | |
| When i was young when i was young | |
| They was feeding me fairytalez they was feeding me fairytalez | |
| And this goes on and this goes on and on and on | |
| Until i'm old and gra-y-ayy till i'm old and i'm gray |
| zuò cí : Berkeley, Gatekeeper, Grym ... | |
| This is the story of three little pigs | |
| And the projected damage that they did, pig number one was white | |
| Thought everything he did was right, the pigology of self | |
| Pink skin terror and wealth, just hogging shit up for self | |
| Rolled up on a pig named swine | |
| A brown skinned pig convinced him they was one of a kind | |
| The swine fell for the short tail | |
| But no way in hell was earth that stale | |
| Stone chicken eggs, hit em in the mud that they lay | |
| When it hatched, it was chicks of another shade | |
| The stone age, the origin of aids in the bone age | |
| There was a pig, skin was black | |
| He cleaned up the swine and they filthy acts | |
| If not they was be forced to sent back | |
| But trouble come first, stale shit got worse | |
| Consumers of swine are now cursed | |
| The exile meant from ' bylon, after three on | |
| The shores of north america' s hoof | |
| When they celebrated thanksgiving with the wolf | |
| kelis rogers, grym reaper | |
| When i was young when i was young | |
| They was feeding me fairytalez they was feeding me fairytalez | |
| And this goes on and this goes on | |
| Until i' m old and grayayy until i' m old and gray | |
| When i was young when i was young | |
| They was feeding me fairytalez they was feeding me fairytalez | |
| And this goes on and this goes on and on and on | |
| Until i' m old and grayayy till i' m old and i' m gray | |
| too poetic grym reaper | |
| There was a rich man, a poor man, a beggar, and a thief | |
| Now each had a different hustle to get food to eat | |
| The rich man was paid, cause the poor man was workin | |
| Like a slave, he only gave him, minimum wage | |
| The poor man endured this, torture for his four sons | |
| His daughter and his wife, cause he sought a better life | |
| His boss laid him off on the 4th of december | |
| He sold sweatshirts and boxer shorts, to keep his fort | |
| Now deep in the winter, he got pneumonia, from a cold | |
| This ended all of the little hustles that he controlled | |
| He was troubled in his soul, he couldn' t sleep he wouldn' t eat | |
| But by his side was a strong woman, not taking defeat | |
| She pleaded and begged the rich man, for the hubby | |
| Who gave fifteen years of his life, for the company | |
| Conversation was brief, with no relief in sight | |
| Then she unleashed her four sons into the night | |
| They robbed that rich man blind! | |
| Then fled over the borderline, escaping with all the cream | |
| But still could not restore the mind see | |
| Life is a dangerous game and it seems cash rule eventually | |
| Authored mentally | |
| kelis rogers, grym reaper | |
| When i was young when i was young | |
| They was feeding me fairytalez they was feeding me fairytalez | |
| And this goes on and this goes on and on | |
| Until i' m old and grayayy until i' m old and gray | |
| When i was young when i was young | |
| They was feeding me fairytalez they was feeding me fairytalez | |
| And this goes on and this goes on and on and on | |
| Until i' m old and grayayy till i' m old and i' m gray | |
| too poetic grym reaper | |
| The rich man' s soul turned to dust through the lust | |
| To control as much fluff, his cold heart touched | |
| The old fart grew up, with goals to be the fly kid | |
| With the golden midas, touch | |
| Smokin dutches that he ignited at will | |
| Usin hundred dollar bills the big will, up until, he collided | |
| With fate, had a stroke while chokin on some stake | |
| This was fatal as hell was not bein able to take his pace | |
| Back to the cradle | |
| frukwan gatekeeper | |
| Jack and jill ran up the hill | |
| Jack said, " i never ran, never will, cause i' m from brownsville" | |
| But still, the living provider, the outsider had beef | |
| With peter piper cause his girl goldilox put stocks in his viper | |
| On the yellow brick road he lost control | |
| Got charged for runnin down the scarecrow, on the loose | |
| Runnin from hot pursuit, lead by dr. seuss | |
| Riding hard on his jock, when pete got blasted by the keystone cops | |
| kelis rogers, grym reaper | |
| When i was young when i was young | |
| They was feeding me fairytalez they was feeding me fairytalez | |
| And this goes on and this goes on and on | |
| Until i' m old and grayayy until i' m old and gray | |
| When i was young when i was young | |
| They was feeding me fairytalez they was feeding me fairytalez | |
| And this goes on and this goes on and on and on | |
| Until i' m old and grayayy till i' m old and i' m gray | |
| When i was young when i was young | |
| They was feeding me fairytalez they was feeding me fairytalez | |
| And this goes on and this goes on and on | |
| Until i' m old and grayayy until i' m old and gray | |
| When i was young when i was young | |
| They was feeding me fairytalez they was feeding me fairytalez | |
| And this goes on and this goes on and on and on | |
| Until i' m old and grayayy till i' m old and i' m gray |