Verse One. They been telling us for years that we're a part of something. Selling us their tears. Soldiers in their army, how they lust for fear. and we're not gonna take it any longer.
In early morning I'm still gettin high. Counting my penny's like a desperate barfly. See me and jack daniels stay up wide awake. Counting the circles babe that compliment the lines on my face.
Waking up aggravated. Stupid sh-t man I hate it. b-tches lyin' b-tches cryin'. Suicidal get in line. Gettin mine bouncin freaks. Loosing sleep countin sheep.
Wakin' up, Aggravated. Stupid shit, man I hate it. Bitches lyin', bitches cryin'. Suicidal, get in line. gettin' mine, bouncin' freaks. losin' sleep, countin' sheep.
Hold up it's the motherfuckin' concrete. Suicidal nightshift loaded with a vice grip. Poppin' all you copies. Who keep waterin' down shit. Thinking you can rap with that artificial outfit.
Yes, millennium, Limp Bizkit, X to the Z, yeah. Bringin' it live to you an' yours. Ladies and gentlemen. My homeboy, yo, get at 'em, dog. . You don't want to fuck with me today.
Millennium shit. Limp Bizkit X to the Z yeah. Bringin' it live to you and yours. Ladies and gentlemen. My homeboy yo. Get at em, dog. . You don't want to fuck with me today.
Check it out, its the outlaw white dog. often called by my alias 'polar bear'. brain tied like the S & M freak shit. cold like the ice your servin up my drinks with.
I wasn't looking for an even ciew of. you. I wanted nothing more, confirmed. When I met you. Fucked up and lost for words, I knew. I'd been reduced. Brought down to serve a term, a.
There's something you should know. That I could never tell. You think that I am better. I thought of telling you at home or on the phone. Or written in a letter..
Il Gringo un giorno passo' col cappello. sugli occhi ed un sigaro spento appeso.. Io lo guardavo e poi senza la Colt. mi sentivo piu' nudo che indifeso..
I read the words in New York City. Cop shoot cop cop shoot cop. In Los Angeles California I saw a man. I saw a man on the street eating his own straight from his asshole in Chicago Illinois.
Woke up again. To my chagrin. Getting sick and tired of. Feeling sick and tired again. I tried to write. 'Cause I got the right. To make it look as if.
Well life is short. We spend all our time. Just fucking fighting my friend. Well a soul can't be bought. Not with a cheap rhyme. And I know that when I die.
I got 'round to singing 'bout. this gang of gin I'm in. then you'll know most certainly. the kind of game i'm in. . just talking 'bout. just slinging 'bout.
At 7 o'clock you said you'd meet me at the picture show. But it's a quarter past nine and I'm standing in the cold alone. You didn't even call, you didn't leave a note on my door.
I can't live on a solitary stem. When there's open land and warm wind. There's always more and more to multiply. love love love you, but desire confines.
She lived in sinful happiness. And she died in pain. She danced in sunshine. And laughed in rain. . She went one summer morning. Where the flowers spread the plain.
I worked the land to raise a family. Til I was weary to the bone. But hard labor never bothered me. Lord it's all I've ever known. . Too many seasons of calamity.
(Paul Kennerley). . Oh, I got me a woman she's a pretty good woman at that. We live with a monkey and a Chinese acrobat. She calls me 'Tex', makes me wear a cowboy hat.