: There's a place, where the boat leaves from It takes away all your big problems You got worries you can drop them in the blue ocean But you gotta
to shake when he comes. Wasn't it God that let Puritans in Salem do what they did to the unfaithful? Boys at the Jubilee slowly sink into brown bag
burning bright Pumpkin faces in the night I remember halloween Dead Cats hanging from poles Little Dead are out in droves I remember Halloween Brown Leafed
bright pumpkin faces in the night i remember halloween dead cats hang from poles little dead are out in droves i remember halloween brown leafed vertigo
the bone With your razor blade smile I watched you playing pool It's all around the school that I love you I love your gypsy hair And dark brown eyes
from arsonists Papermate pens filled with arsenic I got hoes that don't know what Prada is Doc could shape up, touch your barber miss Betty you with a bloody blade
on the spot Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot Oh shit! [Raekwon the Chef] Egyptian, brown skin brown suede Timbs Masqueradin X-rated throw blades
's got to make a livin" [x4] [Inspectah Deck] On the shadowy midtown streets, there's a hooker Crafty-ass hoe by the name of brown sugar Large as a blimp
: Mr.brown the mc inoki e i sum duble hit , blad regaz 2000 blad regaz Inoki : sul bit assieme ai sum ojia lama islam mista fabiano detto inoki sun,
As I wander through my crystal ball, I suddenly ride upon the waves of sound. I see platforms of launching pads even before the first blade of grass turned brown
m a fist of rage One foot in the grave I'm a fist of rage Far from saved I'm a fist of rage In a broken state I'm a razor blade slittin? through a wrist
to make a believers out of you I got a lawsuit, pending charge for wreckless blade spinnin I was riding through west end and killed two women UH-OH! Hook (Sleepy Brown
't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe All I need is Chemical Bank to pay the mo Outro: Basically you're left with Meth-Tical {Northern spicy brown mustard
: (Brooker / Reid) Conquistador your stallion stands in need of company and like some angel's haloed brow you reek of purity I see your armour-plated
: Bootie Brown: Let me freak the funk, obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells I jet propel at a rate that complice their
Wine and dine thine Is minor When it's time to grind her Blind with signs I'm gonna find a vagina Mouth bowls you came to brown hoes The town hoes you
, "Hey, Prince, you need a shave." Now if you can manage to get your trembling fingers to behave, why don't you try unwrapping a stainless steel razor blade
Wayne] Baby named me Fire Wayne, wit lots of change You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin things With them twenty-two inch chopper blades Diamond
