I seen one time, About a man riding 'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck. He was shot down by a hungry kid trying to make a name for himself.
my picture with a bowie-knife Dreams of strangling me with a scarf When my name comes up he pretends to barf. I've got a million friends! Now they asked me to read a
a potna got a plan fo' some dough and if you're down you can pick up yourself a pretty penny. Be in town in a minute now be sho' if you're wit' it." [
that off for me? (Which one of ya'll?) Tell me. [Verse 2:] Come here, come here walk for me. (Walk for me) Let me see what they be telling me. (Telling
diss me, Who use my name in the hopes that I lose my cool and diss back And they'll get buzzed by me putting the name in the track. So I zip it and continue
of us been weak.. yeah cards throw em down we been fooling round guess we're both to blame Nothing to talk about girl it freaked me out the night you called his name
let this end Please stay... Not just for today... "Never never never never never let me go" she says "Hold me like this for a hundred thousand million days" But suddenly she slows And looks down
we break you off proper Oh you got a short memory? You wanna render me? Harmless and surrender me for the fucking enemy? I won't let ya I bet ya I reign
dear it's time for bed Time for you to go Everyone is asleep The pirates took to water, stole the charts But sadly that didn't go down well with those
doin a crime The way you lick on my nutts and make me bust two at a time You persuing my penis I seen this happen before We fuck for bout a month and
is) Thank god for those days, thank god for thoese nights Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white They use to call me the pirex kid, aka
if it kills me Promise to always give you me, the real me [Chorus] Who would have thought I'd be caught in this life? Let's celebrate with a toast And
Everybody know me, even fans that resemble them kids in the O.C. Oh me Oh my them girls love me like Seth Cohen, So get a grip get a glass pour the X
let it show, Just ask Lenny Clark, he'll be sure to tell you so. We're arguing for sport here, and itching for a fight, We're obsessed with your presence
of me There's a monster inside of me, it's quite ugly and it fright-uns me But they can't see what I can see, there's a vacancy in my tum-my It's makin
problems complicating So the FCC won't let me be Or let me be me so let me see They tried to shut me down on MTV But it feels so empty without me So come
no better than this Amatuers drink veteran piss From a Dixie cup, if you ever mix me up Or confuse me with a Canibus or Dre with a Dupri Will rub it in
A Forty Four Year Old Fan With A Chip On His Shoulder Who Only Owns A Half Of A Magazine And The Only Way To Have It Seen Is To Put Me On The Front