can go and tell my secrets to In my room, in my room In this world I lock out all my worries and my fears In my room, in my room Do my dreaming and my
reminisce over you, my God I spent many years tryin? to be the heartthrob I guess it's only right that I got my heart robbed The scent of a room that
Bleachin' my hair wit some peroxide Reachin' for a T shirt to wear That I would catapult to the fore front of rap like this How can I predict my words
slick, i'm always sly Leave a little bit of room and i'll slide by And fuck up your program just like a drive by Ain't it funny how time flies my my Time
my my Time for you to say night night, bye bye Havin naughty dreams of naughty things Everybody loves every thing that boy that naughty brings Spit my verses like viruses Make you sick like my
go ahead and hang your flag up some more Don't worry about my God damn flag boy What's terrible is you damn rappers cursin' The country we live in was
a keep comin' re-writin' the rap RULES! I never carry a strap 'cause rap is my TOOL! Ya top five went to my rap SCHOOL! My flows bloom there so colourFUL
hype companies line that y'all ship, go Got your mom believin' the label clown pick your room up Y'all stuck in contracts in pop's house, clean your room
on, walk with your thong in your butt Runnin your fingers through your cheap raise(?) Look at your girlfriend with her hair weave fallin out On my phone, runnin up my
. The conversations would be published in a large book, scheduled for release one year after the concert tour. Now as press this didn't really seem like a great way to advertise concerts
room on a cheap hotel I'm ready to go down the fast lane I'm ready to raise some hell When I sleep I use to dream that I go there In my dreams it is
Ooh baby, I like the sound when The switch is on and you start poundin' Out my radio and pretty soon Salt-N-Pepa will boom into the room Clap your hands
in stage lights It could be me on the TV in you living room It could be me jet setting with my band all across the world Appearing live in concert one
prefer a chauffered limosine and two air-conditioned dressing rooms, please. "I'm what? Well, so's your wife! She's not? Well, to each his own. "Beg pardon, stick it in my
motherfucker The best rapper can lick my ass I make your girl pick me up lick my sperm in your E-class Leave my diapers moist in the back seat of your
me win it by a landslide, pull off an upset Hold the burner close by my hands and my pocket Hold the trophy high and keep my eyes on the prophet And
I pumped 'Til the 'gasm much as jumped From my feet to the top of my head, oh boy! I'm Violet the Organ Grinder And I grind all the live long day I live
