: [Alice Cooper/Jim Vallance/Bob Pfeifer] Well, I wake up burnin' in a soaking sweat My pillows are drippin' and the sheets are wet I jump out of bed
aka den Gunther Napster aka den Elmar Rapper, den Graf von MonteDisco aka Hannibal Checker. Nennt mich Muhammad Party, den Helge Styler, den Rudolf Flowhammer oder einfach MC Cypher. Den Styleagent mit der Lizenz zum Burnen
But yesterday it rained So he went down to the liquor store And by noon he felt no pain I came in an hour late, then I let his supper burn Well he hit
walk away far from here With just a handful of doubt Twenty years And a handful of doubt The candle burns quick now And time is running out [Music & Lyrics - Jim
(Ghostface) Behind the wall action Barely spaghetti jewels, machetes for y'all Little Debbie say "I bet he do" Big bellies to big tellies, Jim Kelly
be that old school type shit Yeah, that Blaxploitation shit (Afro picks, Cadillac whips) We gon' hit you like Truck Turner, with the burner [Inspectah
the streets alone Slow burn, taciturn Nothing left to say Column five, sympathize It's easier that way Just want to be a big boy Pushin' some Jim-jims
ll never see me lyrically I wet dogs so step off. You better do your history I did my history. This kiddos done Before i could thug a nigga he was Jim
burn down I know They have only the sun for witness and believer that?s a shame ?Cause the stars have closed their eyes so they won?t See Jim light
two's Jim Starr's, leave a scar, mac-11's, do to I roll like a Bonecrusher, touch it like Usher, I "burn" See me in New Orleans, start puffin' on 'sherm
: I've a beau, his name is Jim, He loves me and I love him, But he tells me I'm too prim, That means I'm too slow. I let him rant, I let him rave, I
won't be a nothing anymore Grow my hair... grow my hair I am Jim Morrison Grow my hair... I wanna be wanna be wanna be Jim Morrison Here we are, with
mine, save a child life No more doctors deliverin my babies Stick in pins killing me slowly To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud you motherfucking right! Let's burn
Up an Waun Them a' Jamie (Robert Burns) The Laddies by the banks o Nith Wad trust his Grace wi a' Jamie; But he'll sair them, as he
know I clap heat felonies on my rap sheet Front on me try to run from me hollows be up your back B Pistol pop, dime for dime, burn, baby, burn Revolver
back might need protection I told Althea that treachery Was tearing me limb from limb Althea told me, now cool down boy Settle back easy, Jim You may
and they won't be a nothing anymore Grow my hair, grow my hair, I am Jim Morrison Grow my hair, I wanna be, wanna be, wanna be Jim Morrison Here we are
done him with You see I hear no evil and I see no evil Ain't tryin' to talk to or hear from or see those people And I ain't had them little homies burn