Three anums deep in trainfare, alond the path to badness.nFunk forged with blues to serve their ,nCharges of peace not warfare.nInto The Mouth he goes.nnYou've got to knownIntonThe mouth of badd(d)ness he goesnThose who enter lostnControlnThe mouth of badd(d)ness won't take this soulnnBalldeep in damnation, nStench born from segregationnIt feeds on disillusion,nmust stop its mind pollutantsnInto the mouth he goes.nnYou've got to knownIntonThe mouth of badd(d)ness he goesnThose who enter lostnControlnThe mouth of badd(d)ness won't take this soulnnThe Blues Warrior transverses and finds what he was told,nA body slain with suit intact with hints red green and gold.nA one headed beast approaches nor eared but all fight.nThe Blues Warrior adorns the steel that which makes him The Brown Knight.nnSolo 1: By CraigulatornnSolo 2: By BrownsoundnnYou've got to knownIntonThe mouth of badd(d)ness he goesnThose who enter lostnControlnThe mouth of badd(d)ness won't take this soulnnThe mouth of badd(d)ness couldn't break his balls