[Mike:] I can make a loop out of anything work I'm just surprised you guys didn't think of this shit first... But fuck it! You can't touch yours truly
You need my love baby, oh so bad You're not the only one I've ever had And if I say I wanna set you free Don't you know you'll be in misery They
I've got the demons within I've got to brush them all away I feel the demon's rage I must clean them all away Yeah, yeah... Excite to scream them away
Well there aren't any here yet. See your name in lights: send them in!
[Maynard:] Living on the street shores He didn't learn and wanted children Said, "What is there left to stay alive for?" He doesn't wanna see it... [
Muhammad my friend, it's time to tell the world We both know it was a girl back in Bethlehem And on that fateful day when she was crucified She wore
Here I come again now, baby Like a dog in heat Tell it's me by the clamor now, baby I like to tear up the street And I been smokin' for so long Ya know
s my kinda story It's no fun 'til someone dies Don't look at me like I am a monster Frown out your one face But with the other Stare like a junkie Into
My, Out of my mind My life, I My mind, out of my mind My life, I So confident so, self obsessed no Compromise no, self obsessed no My...mind,
Lock the door, kill the light. No one's coming home tonight. The sun beats down and don't you know? All our lives are growing cold, oh... They bring
make sure that you adore them I miss mine, cause I'm always out here touring Or with the strippers at the Hilton up on Cortland One from Utah, the other
Woke up the other mornin', I heard a rumor They said the gang wars was over I told 'em they was bullshittin', they said it's real as hell Can't explain
hit quick as a pugilist Ugh, ah, what's up? Now your eyes swoll' Thought I went soft, 'cause my records went gold (Sucker) Buster, you're a muthafuckin' punk fool Caught you in your eye, while you reached for your tool
brother, I still come back With the fat tracks, fuck the pop crap I got a mind to cold diss a fool Wack rappers sellin out urge me to pull tools For
, bring the beats and I'm ( ? ) [ ROUND 1: Hen-Gee ] Black stallion, knockin on concrete walls Standin tall, rappers in my face, they stall Stutter, softer than melted butter There's no other
shovel's for drama, need I say more? Got the fat stash spot under my passenger floor That's for the other strap, the automatic type I gotta keep it close
Tammy Tol, My life is a video and the women want they cameo, I just want the panty hoes and I'm higher than Geronimo, And I got them tools, tell 'em boys
. I grind all day gettin money damn it take all day to count the money im in the freezer neck full of iceicles im a dime you other chickas need a nickel
