in my face. I can't stand tight asses in my place. Let's get hype y'all, release it. Release it. What time it is, band? .... Time to get sleazy up in here. Mary
I moonwalk on 'em! I'm air gasoline! (uh!) - I'll put the torch on 'em! They gon' keep wavin' the bull until these horns on 'em! (yeah!) You fall on morning
're all in the mood for a hero now And there's evil doers to fight Now Harry the rich kid's a friend of his Who horns in on Mary Jane But to his great
drink to thee. So here is to Broad Mary and to her broad horn May God send our master a good crop of corn And a good crop of corn that may we all see
(horns) And I must hide the (horns) I live with the (horns) So I die with the (horns) If you fuck with the (horns) Then you get the (horns) So if you want the (horns
Tays, some Armani frames, 15 carats in my chain bitch I'm heavy in the game. In my truck I'm switching lanes, feel that beat off in my trunk. I'm smokin' Mary
dont have to fight Rumba macumba melao tonight Hey! Una nacion El sentimiento se hace cancion Mano a mano en un mismo amor Hoy somos un solo Corazon Blow them horns
ll drink to thee So here is to Broad Mary and to her broad horn May God send our master a good crop of corn And a good crop of corn that may we all see
Kiddie porn dungeon, guns, and three fingers for your daughters Caught belly-up, antique Nazi paraphernalia You can not pay you bills with holy water and Hail Mary
on the interstate (State) In the Chevrolet (Let) In the 55 (5) Goin 78 (8) On 285 (5) Just passed 78 (8) Wit a loaded nine Smoking on some mary
The Virgin Mary won't hold, I'll scoldcha and moldcha into a deamon screamin I'm leavin you sufferin wonderin why I have a tail a pair of horns and glowin
Or you really don't know what you doin' But you just doin' what you usually be doin' You a hater, it comes naturally I'm on some Mary Blige shit, no
on top of the Earth Marshall double backed and got me from on top of the Hearse I'm alive nigga, Justin T ain't got nothing on me Cause I done cried Mary
cars And came really really far To see some Brooklyn girls Shine like stars You know we gonna tear it up ya'll We gonna blow that little house down Call me mary
you feelin as I'm sayin it I'm like the NBA sore thumb on pawn shop tech nine, bitch I'm known for jammin Smoke Mary, Mary, Mary Put a mean ass flow
a double edged sword And his mouth was a gospel horn Yet bold and brave he stood Salvation in his hand Go blow them ram horns Joshua cried 'Cause the
department of apocalyptic affairs furnished with electric chairs [Karianne Horn: voice] [Hellhammer: drums] [Knut Magne Valle: guitar solo] [Mari