Kanye West) [Chorus:] I wanna get down, down, down, down Down, down, down Get down We can get down [Kanye West] Uh... Mr. West is in the building Children
togedda Berlin city...love yu but sometimes I got to move on Sometimes I got to come down fram di trouble, fram di noise and fram di sound Mr. Reedoo
Cause she live a life ah crime She dont' want no man fi mind it Di Muffin say dat he couldn't believe I was living so blindly [Chorus] Well no Shandy Mr
: (D.Bowie) Oh come all you children Don't grab that scabby hand It belongs to Mr. Sniff and tell It belongs to the candyman Don't whore your little
: (Bowie) There is a happy land where only children live They don?t have the time to learn the ways Of you sir, Mr. Grownup There?s a special place
suckin' laws right behind and they look and they stare But I got on my seat belt so I don't care "How the fuck you doin' today Mr. Officer? If I had the
feeling Like mixing some Benadryl and penicillin Then I'm filling the clip with a written Can you picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children
Okay children quiet down, quiet down Children I'd like to introduce our new substitute teacher for the day His name is Mr. Shady Children quiet down please
: PEACEMAKER DIE, Mr. Righteous One You say you have this plan? If we care to understand PEACEMAKER DIE, Mr. Nice Guy You dare to speak the truth? I
: Mr. Merry cries in his coffin For days he says he can remember And through the town the pallbearers sing old songs Of a beautiful purple mountain From
the stands And Mr. Miller puts you in the mood It's Make-Believe Ballroom Time The hour of sweet romance Here's your make-believe ballroom Come on, children
thing (say it) One Mane, two chains, three knots and fo' rangs Eight please, excuse me, that's fo' on both hands I'm Mr. Perfect run Mane Mane, Gucci
: [Verse 1:] Standing in V.I.P. a hundred fifty deep Jelwery all over me I look like mr. T My necklace is full of diamonds hell yea I'm shinnig bright
in this fancy town Ideas are like hand-me-downs - and the memories get faded (MR: this is very post-modern) So watch for the nay-sayers ? and the raining-on-paraders (MR
bad from the drop and then diane worked at a hospital and took care of Old souls she was abusive her afterlife sees no gold roads and mr richards was
m a sick bastard 2000 maniacs call me master And they obey everything I say, no question Suicide, plus more confession maintain aggression Mr. Ill Bill
Mr. President, Tomorrow I?m paying my rent My Fuel is runnin? low And I?ve got places to go Quit slowin? me down Can we talk about the education of our children
are, as long as you bring the booze. And if you don't, he will put, your life in danger, After all baby Rupert was born in a manger, Like Mr. Scrooge