(Hofstede) Could it be the strange man he's Headline news Long, thin and glasses and Snakeskin shoes Was it something he said 'bout the Weather and read
Am I lying to myself, when everyone else here sees right through me? And all the products they've sold me, will I let them own me Don't I feel like such
It's almost over. It's almost too late. The hand that I've been dealt. This hand that's bleeding me dry. Duerman me. Save us both the time and trouble
All day long I felt like Smashing my face in a clear glass window. But instead, I went out And smashed up a phone box round the corner. I never had a
talk my sense Damn I gives not, 'bout the consequence Funk the stylistics, and jazz the vibe Laughs at e-tudes cause I'm stayin alive Time I grips not, so it limps
Back to the chorus La di da di da di dum La di da di da di dum Oh my sparrow It?s too late Your body limp beneath my feet Your dusty eyes As cold as
Lady Di wish she'd wore a seat belt Seek help, May Day, S.O.S. explode Dot dot dash... I'll beat that ass in Morse Code Your rhyme like down syndrome I make you limp
when I accept it Yeah I got pimp bones in my body and I rock them, like la-di-da-di I rock them, mighty hardy, like la-di-da-di I got pimp bones in my
Me On Like Lipstick That's Why These Hoes Put Ya Boy On They Hit List Swag Like A Ma' Fucka I'm The New Slick Rick La-Di-Da-Di Sawed-Off Shawty Ridin
her when I accept it Yeah I got pimp bones in my body And I rock them, like la-di-da-di I rock them, mighty hardy, like la-di-da-di I got pimp bones in
I saw you You saw me We saw each other I guess.. It won't matter in another hour Cause the both of us will be dead No time for It to mean Anything other
Ahhummm ahy ahy papi mami quiero esta noche estar contigo mami quiero sabe si tu quieres conmigo tu querias que yo te cantara que te hablara mi tiempo
You got my number, you can make the call Until then I wont bother you at all I'd let you walk all over me again But a smile is something I could not pretend
Check one, one two I came into the world as a reject Look into these eyes Then you'll see the size of the flames Dwellin on the past It's burnin up
Remember that, kid So whatch you wanna do And where you gonna run When you're staring down the cable Of my fuckin' mic Pointed at your grill like a gun Limp
Lately I've been skeptical Silent when I would used to speak Distance from all around me Who witness me fail and become weak Life is overwhelming
As I go for honeyed bread I wear a net upon my head To keep the bees outside instead of landing on my face Their nest is for the bread to bake A round
Cristian infultration you?ve got your biblical vision wanting to instill it on xxx hardcore with conservative precision this ain?t no cross on my