the beat Everybody just clap your hands to the beat Alright fuzz-face Let's see what you're made of.. [Bugs Bunny] Who got Bugs Bunny money? I've give
I can't bring myself to look Wake up Zombie write yourself another book You want to scream and shout my little flaxen lout Hurry down Doomsday the bugs
: with no cash i consequently trash my heart goes by me equilibrium such an easy luxury contradiction or addiction to diversion just thinking what me
: I got bugs, I got bugs in my room, bugs in my bed, bugs in my ears, their eggs in my head, bugs in my pockets, bugs in my shoes, bugs in the way, I
: Broken kisses from your fragile mouth And I'm still hoping you haven't figured me out Scarlet lining of your tongue Forgive me if I cross a line
of a dime And I get the scabies almost every time So, let's talk about my nut sac I don't front, Jack, I got bugs on my ball sac Well, I'm Violent J
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you kisses upon your cheek so many cool things bugs can do i love bugs baby how bout you? I love bugs I Love bugs (we be buggin, we be buggin) BUGS, BUGS, BUGS
{All these} I got bugs I got bugs in my room Bugs in my bed Bugs in my ears Their eggs in my head Bugs in my pockets Bugs in my shoes Bugs in the way
in a long line They're lurking in the leaves of the strawberry patch And climbing up the tomato vine (she gonna tell you about) Bugs! Bugs! Everywhere
I'm getting colder by they day and it's only cause you're not here. I'm wishing for silver bugs to fly me over where you are. And then i know that Someone
with all my might Until I grew up too high Then, oh, all the notes I used to play On the double bass and the B-list ballet With only the night bugs
Armies and ice and dirty green Newspapers, shovels, sand on the breeze I think of Eliot when I smell the street and it's sometimes wise Just to shut your
Whatever happened to Duncan? He was a good boy they say The girls all wanted him to dance with The boys to play to play When the policeman came knocking
What did I give to you What did you give to me A nothing-trail of silences that warp in the rain You said I don't really know the reason It's just not
I should go to drastic measures Steal enormous works of art Write a piece for eighteen violins It's no march But it's a start Rub their eyes and wake
Here comes again Blood in the vein Seven a.m., the cars come Gotta fly, gotta say goodbye Leave them before they leave me Turning the sheets Rolling
