Lies...lies run rampant hypocrisy.. runs rampant weapons of mass distraction the slaughter of thousands everyone is the enemy unknown death tolls
and the wealth Tie you on the truck have you piss on yourself Catchin' dips on the belt Whatever I say is being felt The words off my tongue make your taste
who brings A man-size... Appetite I'll use a pinch of sugar And a dash of spice I'll let ya lick the spoon Because it tastes so nice I'll keep
Flickering, Flickering: "But who turned out the lights?" And in a procession of this pitch-- Nearly perfectly plucked from the blackest nest, Hungry mouths agape for the taste
momma don't like me, she say I'm no good What she don't know is, I got you pussy whooped He need this pussy, he smell this pussy He wanna taste this pussy
: J'suis mon propre fan (x4) Tout c'que t?as besoin d'savoir (J'suis mon propre fan) Je suis la personne qui me faut (J'suis mon propre fan) La facon
Skeet from the front, skeet from the back Can I skeet in your mouth? Do you like it like that? ([woman:] Yess!) Taste my skeet, don't it taste so sweet
Its A Show And We Can Get On (All Night) {Baby Lemme Give You A Call, How Long Will It Take To Break You Off} To 3 Or Maybe 4 Ready For It All (I'm
't kill if you had to We might wobble but we don't fall down We take the gospel from Makaveli Pass it around Ahhhh, shit We gonna taste the power
give it to me -- let me see you toss it up (repeat 4X w/ variations) Play on, play on, play on, play on, play onnnn! (repeat 4X w/ variations) [K-Ci
masses, but you, claim that I'm violent Chorus: 1st occurance: as written 2nd occurance: add last three lines again 3rd occurance: repeat first five lines twice 4
say you know the body with the southern cousine c.mon Let me freak ya down 2 da bass baby. let me freak you down to the bass.(repeat)X4 I know you
nothin help So I said, Doctor doctor, tell me will I die And he said ?count to five Alicia? And I'm gone be alright Lets go, 1, 2, 3, 4 Adrenaline rushin
: Hold on tight Wrap your arms around me til your knuckles are burning white All your tears Couldn't match the bitter taste of all these wasted years
on it, watch it while he check up on it Dip it, pop it, twork it, stop it, check on me tonight I can tell you wanna taste it, but I'm gone make you
this! Uh, look it here?.BRIDGE! So baby hold me Like you don't wanna let go I'm feeling foxy Cause boy you working it out Daddy you given me a taste
it while he check up on it Dip it, pop it, twork it, stop it, check on me tonight [x2] I can tell you wanna taste it, but I'm gone make you chase it
I pass through you? Tame, Tame, Tame, Tame (x4) Applause in background Their coffee mornings They show Bonanzas and What to buy there So taste of horrors
