My soul in your hands, I am yours? Near the last edge You're catching all my life Fog fades away for your love You present me a new sight The
it's your turn You must learn Misery niggas the craze like 24 gang niggas on Sherm When it's on I be heated like a hot comb Tell these punk muthafuckas
DONG! DONG! I mean dong, that's what your minchia is! Aynsley: Your which? Guy From Alabama: A minchia! Aynsley: You mean your dick? Guy From Alabama: You put your
's combing her hair, Oh little venus, Smells of the sweetest, Dreams of his thunder thighs coming around. Oh little venus, Little little little little little venus
it's your turn You must LEARN! Misery niggas the craze like 24 gang niggas on SHERM! When it's on I be heated like a hot comb Tell these punk muthafuckas
your neck most direct A major problem that your department cannot correct You're sick as heck, the black David Berkowitz I roam the set, comb the stretch
! I mean dong, that's what your minchia is! Aynsley: Your which? Guy From Alabama: A minchia! Aynsley: You mean your dick? Guy From Alabama: You put your
(musica :s_geravini testo :p_patruno) A volte tutto e un vortice La distanza un limite Intrappolato vago in me Tra i confini dei perche A volte
I mean dong, that's what your minchia is! Aynsley: Your which? Guy From Alabama: A minchia! Aynsley: You mean your dick? Guy From Alabama: You put your
higher, And I know anyplace, anytime that your mine cause your souls my soul desire, I'd search the world to find assurance in your eyes wide open, Through all of the Earth i'd comb
Space) [Verse One:] Close your eyes Visualize Space and I verbalize You chastize But can't stop my enterprise Put your rhymes in a line Put your raps
