I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry When you can't even
I made a new cast of the death mask that is gonna cover my face I had to change the combination to the safe Hide it all behind a wall let people wait
back roads where no-one else would be, My and you and Paul and Sue, How we laughed the time away, And we had a perfect day. I brought along my old guitar
: [Eminem] Yo.. I dedicate to this.. to yo.. {*imitating Slick Rick*} To all my fans, keepin y'all in health Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck
this shit But I've been true to this shit given' my heart and soul Been shinin' like a diamond but gettin' passed as coal So Fuck Off Yeah With my pants half hangin' off my
now? (chorus 2x) nothin, let me know sure feel like nothin, let me know what might be somethin there (what's good) i'm feelin nothin, let me know what
king of pain, but my name aint Sting Or Roger Clinton, i'm not riding off my brothers fame Cause all you sap suckers dont even know my brothers name Bill
good education All we need to learn is how to hold hands Then we could live in peace in my homeland God damn the way my pain swells I spend all my
me wanna lick my lips your thighs got me hypnotized swing your body from right to left Fellaz I said go grab a girl to my Girls go grab a guy to my peoples
time to dress She drove me down from Nashville and to tell the truth I guess she needs the rest Well, Dad, I gotta go, we got a dance to work in Cartersville tonight Let
bang bang make the music go bang! brilliant shinning & nasty bang bang make the music go bang! let me hear the guitar sound like a train bang bang let the music go
me right, baby, oh my my my People tellin' me baby can't be satisfied; They try to worry me baby But they never hurt you in my eyes. Said, people worry
as it gets y'all, huh [Wyclef Jean] Maybe my mother, coulda been my father Perhaps it was my sister, probably my brother Maybe the church, coulda been the street Perhaps it was the guitar
y'all still have your doubts Talkin bout, is he real in this relationship Or did he go pop, and on the side get a mistress My mistress is a guitar, classical
in lyrical masturbation So I proceeded with the conversation, I said Can I offer you a glass of Merlot Mrs. No Name? (Let's get it straight huh, my name
Richie Low Income, I stay so hungry that if 50 Cent came to rob me He'd be part of my charity (I wanna thank my hood) [Chorus] To my people cuttin hair
to my people on the block For you Silly Willy playin thug cartoon My infrared scope got your movements on zoom Boom new toon, write songs in my room Sleeping
here) [Repeat 1] [Wyclef] My people in the front, everybody in the buck Hey yo raise the roof up in the air, come on And just raise the roof for all my people