Ya 3 veces me eh salvado. De una muerte segurita. con puro cuerno de chivo. me han tirado de cerquita. 118 balazos y diosito me los quita. . la primera fue en mi casa.
[Sample: Interview with Gene Simmons of KISS]. [Interviewer:] "Now, let's get to the studded codpiece. Do you have a sense. of humor about that? Does it seem funny to you?".
[Verse One]. My shit's straight bile*. You're mild, you've got no style. I won't be impressed til your* possessed by baliel. I make beats like surgeons resume.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11. The 12 king pimp commandments!. . Uh. It's pimp gator. Peep the jewels. . A king pimp's been here for years representin'.
4 - 2 - 0 - Kottonmouth Kings. Ya know I got 2 states of mind, stoned and asleep. First I hit the sweetleaf, and then I have nice dreams. When I get up, I wake and bake, take a piss and shake.
Three horny devils on the late night creep. One, two, three horny devils. Kottonmouth Kings rollin' through O.C.. Bass first, then comes the treble. Three horny devils on the late night creep.
Ya know I got 2 states of mind, stoned and asleep. First I hit the sweetleaf, and then I have nice dreams. When I get up, I wake and bake, take a piss and shake.
Suburban life ain't what it seems. Suburban life the American dream. Suburban life so pretty and clean. Suburban life ain't what it seems. . The big A, little A, bouncin' B.
Keeping my eyes on the road I see you,. Keeping my hands on the wheel I hold you,. Ninety-nine miles from L.A.. I kiss you, I miss you,. Please be there..
Keeping my eyes on the road I see you,. Keeping my hands on the wheel I hold you,. Ninety-nine miles from L.A.. I kiss you, I miss you,. Please be there..
[Intro:]. Join us. Join us. Join us. Join up. Join up. . [Verse 1:]. 1968. (Ghostwriters). Stealing all our lighters (Ghostwriters). Collecting our one nighters (Ghostwriters).
Is like spinning out of control. In case we are ready. I heard before. They try to skip. Bringing this . a tour. So give it a rest they all try to warn me.
{Verse 1]. Stuck in the past; I'll admit it, I'll admit it. Grew up so fast, even though it's been a minute. Back then, I felt so free. Spent every single night out, smoking weed all week.
Forty days and I miss you. I'm so high that I've lost my mind. It's the summer I'm thinking of. Forty days and I'm blown away. If I saw something new.
And I know. Standing again on my own two feet. This striking resemblance is hard to beat. . On the cover of 17. Everything you ever wanted to be. . And we are.
Second intermission, anticipation. You know the third act. Small talk drops out of the play. . You're standing in the lobby. Tightening your tourniquet.
Squint your eyes and look closer. I'm not between you and your ambition. I am a poster girl with no poster. I am thirty-two flavors and then some. And I'm beyond your peripheral vision.
You gotta have the right tools. For every job. So I invite myself in. Through a hole in the fence. I am tripping through the junkyard. Scanning over the piles.
When the joy had left your body. And you were locked in to your own thoughts. You used to love to sit by the water. And watch it lapping on the rocks.