me? I say, ?That's plain as day I hope you've got yours right anyway? I like when they talk really loud trying to tell you what they know Say, I like
on three men - built like He-Men Her little-bitty twat got gallons of semen Fourteen niggaz in line ready to bang yo' pride-and-joy, I mean daddy's little
like a salad, keep a nigga from malace I'm movin things to the south A dog like me need a pussycat 'round the house, with a row bone Ain't nothin like
Yeah, uh, I bet you thought I left you hangin' Yeah yeah, yeah, I bet you thought I left you hangin' Terror Squad again, long overdue baby I I I bet you
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls 'Pop Goes The World' by 'Men Without Hats' Johnny played guitar, Jenny played bass Name of the band is 'The Human
dy-no-mite It make you wanna be like the e double, and not like mike Yo, bust my acoustics, swing! Deranged, when I rock the mic I feel strange Now back
I do what I do for the sake of symmetry, I'd rather conjure spirits than imagery, I'm a fruitcake to the done mc, I'm the I'd rather have fun mc,
me to be just like you. Well I just gotta be like, like I just gotta be like you. I was created by God but I ain't wanna be like Him, I wanna be Him.
like a salad, keep a nigga from malice I'm movin' things to the South A dog like me need a pussycat 'round the house, with a row bone Ain't nothin' like
up like Home Alone without the sitters So the first one steppin up will be the first one I'm gettin rid of While you fakin Al Capone, I make the hits
disappear, I sometimes wonder where I'd like to think maybe there just somewhere round the bend But Manny's in heaven I bet, I'll go you one better yet I
and more shit Yeah Dunn, that sound righteous I feel stressed though -- so I just hop in my truck for a drive Bring my nine, cause that's how I stay alive As I
up like home alone without the sitters So the first one steppin up will be the first one I'm gettin rid of While you fakin al capone, I make the hits
voice was warm. If I could concentrate- I'd be in the Follies. I'd be in a cabaret. Gentlemen in tall silk hats And linen spats Would wait with flowers
NEW ROCHELLE MEN, WOMEN He demands! HARLEM MEN, WOMEN He demands! Coalhouse demands! NEW ROCHELLE MEN Who is he to demand? HARLEM MEN, WOMEN He demands
I'm the Masta, I'm tryin' to tell you kid I'll break it down simply right back to the freestiddyle I'm bashin', breakin', I'll fry you like bacon I
live It's very hard to tell if it's day or night but the way seems very clear in the yello light If you're low, drivings all right My seatbelt's fastened tight, I
