(High...High... High). (High...High... High). . I lie to you if I tell the truth. (You will hate me too). I will tonight if I fool myself. (I can fool you to).
I'd like to see the coyote eat the road runner. And I'd like to see Kneievel blown to bits. I love to see Rex Humbard lay his hands upon Maude Aimee. But I'd love to see that Dolly Parton's tits.
Wonder who's grabbing her by the ass tonight. Chasing her around with no clothes on. Leaving on the light,. I bet they're leaving on the light. . And I wonder who's grabbing her by the ass tonight.
Soft blue beautiful eyes. You're an angel, it's no suprise. That every man stares. When you float in with your chocolate hair. . 4.0. My goodness girl.
[Text by Hate Rodvitnesson]. [Text by Nocturno Culto, Sept. '98 for Mactatus exclusively]. [Music by Mactatus]. . "In Blasphemy I rise. For the burning hell to come.
[Text by Hate Rodvitnesson]. [Music by Mactatus]. . I am the master of your dreams. I am your worst nightmare. I am the core of hell. Come to me and deserve your place.
Hold the gift of fire. Hold the gift of hate. Hold the nightmare's secret. . An image in your mind of an animal. Eating you up from the inside out. Spirit of the wolf placed inside you.
This one make a nigga feel like I'm on one. Fuckin' with this bitch, dawg. I'm 'bout to make the song come. Got so many bad bitches, I could probably loan one.
Like punch drunk fighters, we stumble through the streets. Kissin' in the hallways. . We're strippin' and we're slidin', we're fallin' to our knees. Wrestlin' through the doorway.
I've woken up in a gutter. I've woken up in a bed. I've woken up in the county jail. let me tell you you're better off dead. if you knew, do do do do you now.
You take a long deep breath like that, it tightens your muscles of your stomach, and expands your chest. ...and the women like that. . Don't ever do that.
(Kirsty MacColl). Some boys with warm beds and cold, cold hearts. Can make you feel nothing at all. They'll never remember and they'll never mind. If you're counting the cracks in the wall.
(Kirsty MacColl). He said, 'Baby don't go'. So she sat down again. And they said they'd be friends. Her mother said. She'd told her so. She'd made her own bed.
Je kust me, je sust me, omhelst me, gerust me. Je vangt me, verlangt me, oneindig ontbangt me. Je roept me, je hoort me,. Je redt en verstoort me, gelooft me,.
[Snoop]. I'm in Junior High with a C+ grade. At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade. I to school from my moms apartment. I got to tell these niggas everyday don't shit.
[Snoop]. I'm in Junior High with a C+ grade. At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade. I to school from my moms apartment. I got to tell these niggas everyday don't shit.
Dear Mr. President I live in the hood. Where people live bad but say it's all good. And my homies slanging and robbing. Caught a misdemeanor felonies.
A ya ya ya ya ya yaaar.... No petrol in the van,. Knee deep in empty cans,. We've lost the map, the tyre's flat, the bloody kid's been banned,. We stopped off for some grease, Nevis is obese,.