as my only medal) Je traque et j'etripe sans remords tous les chevaliers Jedi (I hunt down and gut without remorse all the Jedi knights) La haine
I FEEL HIIIIGHER LEVEL NIGGAS THEY ROLL WIT THE DEVIL SPRING I BE DOIN MY THING WIT MY CREW THIS IS HOW I DO WIT MY PRETTY RAH LOU WIT SPIGG KNIGHT AN
of yesterday don't mean a thing Cheer up sleepy Jean, oh, what can it mean To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen? You once thought of me as a white knight
dice, hittin' my number twice Holdin' hammers with the heat out with nice Same time I was poppin' cap guns on BMX bikes With grass stains on my jeans and scuffed up knights
's cold and it's sting Cheer up, sleepy jean, what can it mean To a daydream believer and a homecomin' queen? I once thought of you as a white knight
[Lyrics by Jean Schumacher] Sound and Fury Smoke and flames How can all this be Studs and leather Hell's whip flashing Coming down on me I've stayed
shaving razor's cold and it stings Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen You once thought of me As a white knight
razor's cold and it stings. Cheer up, Sleepy Jean. Oh, what can it mean. To a daydream believer And a homecoming queen. You once thought of me As a white knight
Kids don't ride along with Roy or Gene That ain't really him with all those feathers in his hat And some Frenchman's name embroidered on his jeans -
Brett Farvre's Jersey with dual exhaust pipes She mad 'cause she can't ride, she just wanna fight Frustrated at The Game, throwing chairs like Bob Knight
strings banjo's more my style Your man loves you honey Oh, you should have had a knight In armor and a castle fair Not some restless cowboy faded jeans
shavin' razor's cold, and it stings Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen? You once thought of me as a white knight
lad to London town, They met upon a day; And monie a knight, and monie a laird, This errand fain wad gae. 0, monie a knight, and monie a laird, This
(Oh yeah, ooh) Mr. Big Stuff Who do you think you are Mr. Big Stuff You're never gonna get my love Now because you wear all those fancy clothes (oh
price It'll cost you, I'll off your life You soft, I told you I'm raw white When I'm on this mic, the mourn at Knight Don't wanna see mornin' light And
and my car talk like Michael Knight and Kit Ever since they put my face on the screen Fuck a box and a dash I stash my guns in the waist of my jeans