'm-a freak you till you pass out Pay cash out, baby, tear your back out, keep bangin' Ho, B.L.A.Q. make you say, ho, S and P, chi-ca, chi-co Everybody
I'm a living anal probe I'm a lame-a-phobe Matter fact my nigga Jumpoff can I keep goin? (WHY THE FUCK NOT!) When I was a teen, I used to pack a .380
with titantic shit, that means abandon ship Get a life and get a grip, there ain't a problem that I can't fix Transmittin live from apocalypse And the cho-co
to amuse me. who me, a raver? do me a favor, make like a blackhead and get out of my face crack head. each and every nominee gets a year's supply
Hey! Busty co-eds live live live You'll crash the car, man, if you drive 1-800, 1-800, 1-800 wired OBGYGYN Triple xxx Time that you and me Had lots and
THE KILLING FIELDS (G.Gonzalez, J.Gonzalez,C.Vargas, R.Alfaro) (Jacken) Street theater's a dramatic depiction of non fiction Showing the co-exsistence
Guerra We're all fightin' and fightin' and lose lives At the end everyone dies We're all cursed like that Bu the Maker No muthafucka shall be a life
those, I got.. {one too} You got a fine-ass broad, I got.. {one too} And I'm drivin a Benz that get.. Oh you got one rolled, I got.. {one too} And a fat
with my virginity oh, that's a triple 3-6 isn't he a devil worshiper? cuz i'm too fucking ignorant to do some research i'm a start a group, so no one
I used to be a farmer and I made a living fine I had a little stretch of land along the C.P. Line But times were hard, and though I tried, the money
Everybody wants to rise above Without a touch of dignity Without a stroke of love Take a little time and check yourself To live the life you're praying
And at twilight we'll skip stones and laugh about your poems But a blood-red book when the others got funcrushed is a spot The terror fabulously gets hot Co
2o a gas or a liquid? perhaps concepts could not explain is h2o a gas or a liquid? perhaps concepts could not explain is h2o a gas or a liquid? perhaps
a take it to the next, take it to a motherfuckin' neck Pull up on a nigga holdin' triggers and techs We droppin' square beads, you easy to read This is the end
that the girls co-wrote. In this case, Amy wrote the music, and Emily wrote the words. The song originally appears on "Blue Food," in a live version complete with a
tell me her head was insane Everythin' she'd do took a toll on my brain It seemed a little strange but she be callin' my name She don't got a name so
with Titantic shit, that means abandon ship Get a life and get a grip, there ain't a problem that I can't fix Transmittin live from Apocalypse And the Cho-co
say The world wasn't built in a day You know what they say The world wasn't built in a day (no way) I picked up a woman in the parking lot of the