: Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Just in case you was wondering I did make the beat Yeah, cause we just (children of the world) And they wonder why we
the light of the moon, Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman. Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy, The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers. In
content to move so slow. And when you think you've got your life so well-controlled, it slips away. And the years, like raindrops falling from your life
everybody's so content to move so slow And when you think you've got your life so well controlled It slips away And the years like raindrops falling from your
: (Should people with leprosy and a past history of psychosis be allowed to teach our children? Your calls, after this.) There's an old lady who washes
your children to smoke ya see Cause if they just say no it be mo fa me [Hook:] [Scratching "Mo fa me"] [Verse 2:] What did you say your name was? D-
Well, I?ll tell you a story of whiskey and mystics and men, And about the believers and how the whole thing began. First there were women and children
Hush your mouth you hypocrite" His humour cut her deep The tight lipped leer of judgement That had seen her love desert her just like sleep "Filthy words on children
you smile at me and grab my finger I hope you outlive your parents I hope you never bury your children I hope you outlive your parents I hope you never bury your children
's that special time of year, boys and girls, so come to the pumpkin patch and bring your pantysacks so I can shit in it, you beeeeeyitch!!!!!" [Violent J] Well
of trouble [Jay-Z Verse 3] Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adreneline rush Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush And you in a drop your
your worries are trouble, then your trouble is broke. Your bottle is empty and there?s blood on the floor. Your bottle is empty and there?s blood on the floor. Well
presenting their gift (Your offering sir) Exotic animals, perfumed oils, gold for the Prince For the King dynasties your faced carved out a cliff "Well
in your presence, with this fire burning deep down within. I begin, by recognizing your power and also your grace, and how your children become one
, there'd be troubles along the way Nobody told me nothin, nobody told me nothin, nothin Well, well, ohh, ohhhh, ohhhhhh, oahh-ohhhh Well, ay-heyyy, ay
wife was a thief All the children were killers They couldn't get no relief The bungalow was surrounded When a voice loud and clear Said, Come on out with your
's head off Because his amp was too large And the song he was singin' Was not for love but for cash Well, the judge weighed the charges He fingered his mustache Yeah. Well
children And it's never too late to have you Mucus on your collar A nail up through the staff chair A blade in your soap And you cry into your pillow
