You dont know that there's been a change The ending of what was the latest craze You don't know, uhoh You don't know, woah Lets go! Lets go! They'll
Get the hell out, you move in, I'll move out Is this what matters? You scream, I shout You think you're drowning when you're just gasping for air Angels
the front Back when Jordan was flyin', and Ewing could dunk Of course, you can fuck now, you was buyin' the shrimp then Me on the other hand, Don Bishop
to 'em [Diddy:] As my, Daytons spin lowrider sittin low Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims Hard top six-four, I'm Diddy no tint I can't hide
The Voice continued: "The program for this evening is not new. You have seen This entertainment thru & thru. You've seen your birth, your life & death
life our passion'd flower Cling to cunts & cocks of despair We got our final vision by clap Columbus' groin got filled w/ green death (I touched her thigh & death
a black eye from a waitress She's not seeing any stars You can be refused, you can be replaced You can change your name but you can't change your face
These mobs can't dance, maa show 'em how it's done Spaz like a god damn Taz, yeah (Hook) You can sound the alarm, you can call out your guards You can
a funeral, tell me do ya know Any other brother, any other that can get some Say his name and there'll be another victim See, words can't describe the
: [Monty Python cover, Japan release only] Some things in life are bad they can really make you mad Other things just make you swear and curse When
the wheel, other foot's on the pedal Bang, bang, earned another neighborhood medal Hit the pedal, it sounded like this Another one down on his death list
death adder Don't get mad get even madder A10 tank killer fodder Interrogate? Why bother... My brother for a last cigarette, no please not yet One last dance
the weight of thy age, call the Martyr to laugh and dance upon thy graveyard of shame. For love was lost and life was won, all the other things are shades
me like Christina Aguiler-y But catch me down the Westside, drivin like Halle Berry Or the FDR, in the seat of my car Screamin out the sunroof death to y'all You can
: I MET THIS GUY HE WAS ALWAYS ON THE FLOOR BUT HE'S DANCING BY HIMSELF I DON'T KNOW WHY CUZ HE'S LOOKIN' HOT TO DEATH SO I BEGAN TO THINK IF I GO OUT
you can't mess with my radio With my radio Don't you mess with my radio No you can't mess with my radio No, no, no Now I can see that the time is flyin
: Stay out of the light Or the photograph that I gave you You can say a prayer if you need to Or just get in line and I'll grieve you Can I meet you
