of red devil, bundels leaking, had put the hood in a coma Hustling backwards and off balance, turkey and cheese hero's And nutriments, kept a nigga belly
calm that storm To calm that storm I'm floatin away It kinda feels like I'm drownin I'm floatin away Drownin, drownin, drownin, drownin... The belly
rosa Uso photoshop Faccio ritocchi Ho troppe foto digitali Vorrei un palmare Vado alle serate Odio l?house Amo i deejay del nord Troppo belli gli ospiti
m here Jewel box of sadness Bring to catch your tear Oh, you left some stars in my belly You left some stars in my belly You left some star in my belly
Ma Make U Look, Look Again Then Whisper To Me Like (J.R.) Shush No More Bickerin And Fights Heres Ya Ticket For Ya Flight Out Of Town No More Ghettos Brown And Red
bed Although I hope to sleep like this forever I open my eyes and it's a cruel day The red rotten egg smell is still on my belly I can only stand still
: [Verse 1:] Damn you playing games already 'Cause you sorta got me sea-sick, waving your belly Like in and out then out and then in Then back to out
it simply a bag of sticks and stones Either way, she wore a compass on her head Rains don't stop the grass from turnin red Her hair was half perm, half
: [Intro: Method (Redman)] Deeper than Atlantis (yeah) I pray like a prayin mantis (yeah) It's all day (yeah!) Doc and Meth nigga (Red and Meth's in
car for scraps of affection For eyes not glazed over like black ice Thousands of kilometres of roughage and terracotta roofs Horizons replaced by horizons We run the belly
him a little farm in New England. All the long black funeral cars left the scene And the boy was just standing there alone Looking at the shiny red tractor
: (Smith/Ray/Kaye/Shanahan/Daugherty) On a field of red one gold star Raised above his head Raised above his head He was not like any other He was just
mash inside the chest Corpsy fauna after bleeding Botulotoxin at spina bifida Belly full of undigested meat Saponification of black and red filth Burial
: Go ahead and eat your death Lick your lips and see what fruit bears It's your mouth, it's your throat, it's your belly What's it to me, you seem happy
up in the spot and from the jump they don't like me Hat to the back and I'm fellin' real hyphy Imma star so im in with the belly pistol That's cause
with the heads With the hollows in the bag like a present for the kids With the mask and the beard and the belly, who you red Leave you dead, witnesses
what i said you'd do look what I led you to I'm above your hood so i can dead you too You living in the belly of the beast that I fed you to I know it
Ha La La La De Day Ha La La La De Day Ha La La De Day Ooooh...Ooooh...Ooooh... She runs through the streets With her eyes painted red Under black belly