because this O is all we got Smokin' everyday I can't let go Rollin' perfect Sweets, I mean perfecto Neighbours they say they smell this shit from next
UNNNGGGGH!) Got a blowjob from Paula Jones, and stuffed it so far in her mouth my balls broke both of her collarbones (OWW!) Told Mya this shit was all
way back when [Verse 2] Into the well, baby Jessica fell She may have wetted herself Quit playing, get her some help Mary Kay Letourneau sending me letters from jail Every day
: Dear overseer, It's ages since you graced my pages, But this shit goes in stages, How the machine rages, I've got a spanner for your works, Whole patches
from sheer relief oh Everything must change Just promise me this, no rose petal glasses Quickly confine him to part of the past Just promise me this,
Some machine's doin' that for you In the year 6565, ain't gonna need no husband Won't need no wife You'll pick your son, pick your daughter too From
everything that's runnung round my head That's runnung round my head Fondling, record and play Without you it's records night and day This ain't no disc of MP3's This
's Day and I'm really upset (Where you at Rock, where you at) You know, we planned this whole thing around you Well Father's Day was the other day and
from the bottom of the water Havin seven heads wit plagues The feds versus the dreads, the reunion of the Soviet Union is ruined Watchin every day like
: believe it or not i wan't always this fucking cool i used to get a lot of shit when i was back in school but one day i turned the tables on all those
or become a lost loser, on top the cage against the machine we'll rage open up the book and turn it to a new page. turn a lot of heads and make the
truly want to be And mama bought a karaoke machine As present, so I can have sessions with the young adolescence In my room Fuck a cartoon I'm to busy trying to get at you With this
_ We used to +Fuck R&B Bitches+ and see who rhyme sickest For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out _Machine Gun Funk_, from Queens I came
yo, yo Court cases, why the hell I'm still dumbing out? This is years later, I should've learned lessons Got bifocals, start seeing better Flows like my automatic machine
club with no shirts, go bezerk From the Shao' borough, whylin out on the furlow Commando, styles thorough, solo inferno It burns slow, thermonuclear degrees Heads
GRIEF TORMENTED SOUL IN ME WHEN I BEGIN TO SEE THE HOUR OF GRIEF TIME PISSES BY AND I SEE THIS MAN IS SICK OR IS IT ME DAY BY DAY THE PAIN SLIDES AWAY
an hour on water In your purpose-built machine No one dared to call a boat Screaming blue Out of this world Make history This is your day Blue
me later You can feel the animosity through this Irwin Vega A full clip to make this bullshit stop I'm in the struggle to bring the underground to the top Head
