: Hate runs through my blood What matter are words in love But my heart always left above I've gotta believe you now I thought I'd never be sure about
Hate runs through my blood What matter are words in love But my heart always left above I've gotta believe you now I thought I'd never be sure about But
zu-Mund-Beatmung ich krieg keine Luft mehr Geile Weiber stecken ihre Zunge in mein Mund yeah Das hier is Rockn'n'Roll, nenn mich bitte Kid Rock Du gehst
Cause I'm still down to get down to let off rounds I'm loadin' up my 380 I can't wait 'till I see death [Whoo Kid:] (Damn!, Bring it back) [50 Cent
a free or written down bars No jewelry, piece of shit car but that's just Webby Bitchin' I'm a star I'm a star bitch No five points Just a high white kid
in the living room it's like atlanta zoo Lions, tigers, minks crocs and gators for my shoes monkey nigga's in my hood I'm living in the zoo birds in the
him, or should I serve him, you know the rules, I keep miami heat, got more scrap then a gun show, Run up on the kid, I have you moarning like alonzo
: [scratched: "J.R. Writer"] [Intro:] Uhh, Grease, a fuckin animal man I belong in the zoo with the rest of 'em J.R. Writer, DipSet let's do it man,
a tattoo No one loves me and no one cares and all I ever get is funny stares I can't help it if I'm nothin but a wino so I hang at the zoo chillin with
soon [Verse 1: Termanology] I was born in late '82, made it through, crazy crews Beef in my shady zoo, over town, paper grew Off of drugs, off of slugs
: Hey cousin, I know you Not long ago in the city zoo You haven't changed You still ain't standin' up straight And I been thinkin' 'bout what we've become
Okay! [shot] [Crooked I:] This is true! Militant mind state and the villains concealing the 9 wait. - It's a zoo! [gunshot] I'm chilling with primates
e le canne in macchina a fa? freestyle (gemitaiz) altro che beatbox io c'ho big props il soul di pete rock col pow di kid rock hip hop da beatstreet
my mom couldn't afford it When it came to Black validity, I guess they felt shorted Identity crisis, they scrunched they facial How we both black and our kid
and again!" [*sounds of fighting*] [RZA] Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off de Inspector Deck [Meth] watch ya step kid (8X
him, or should i serve him, you know the rules, I keep miami heat, got more scrap then a gun show, Run up on the kid, i have you moarning like alonzo
want it he can have it to Try to tell these muthafuckas they should do as do does I been smoking haze just as green as the zoo was Sorta like the
