An invitation to violence I don't need. I prey upon your fear I need to feed. Innocent girls turn me on the most. For this night of rape I will be your host.
It's in my brain. It's in my brain. It's in my brain. It's in my brain. It's in my brain. It's in my brain. . Helter skelter. It's in my brain now. It's in my brain now.
From the first time that I saw you. I thought you crawled out of US magazine. It's no wonder that it wasn't all you. All the things that I wanna be. .
Hindustan ki kasam - 3. Na jhukega sar watan ka,. Har jawan ki kasam - (2) Hindustan ki kasam - 2. . Jinhe pyar hai watan se,Wo jaan se khelte hai. Khwabon se khelte hai, Arma se khelte hai.
You had some dirty secrets hidden under your smile by the way your soul together must have had this planned forever. I have been to Nash and worn my heart in the sea and all the things i gave to you are coming back to bite me and you are no longer we look me in the eye and tell me one thing..
written by: Malcolm McLaren. FEATURING BOOTSY COLLINS & JEFF BECK. (An instrumental).
People say you're stupid and fat. And your face resembles the ass of a rat. In the schoolyard no one would play. You'd say "Hi" and they'd run away. Your teachers all say you're dumb as shit.
Float flushed, flowing like a river. Try to suffer this calamity. Drift swim, hover and decide. You requested my humanity. . It's a complex state. Another dimension.
An old man cuts his face. But not because the razor's dull. It's from his hands shaking. From the lack of what he's taking. Not like an old man's memories.
Freedom, justice, power of reason. Peace, opportunity, compassion, equal equality. These are the things we need. The same stars shine on everyone. . We're blessed, we agree, we receive.
The year is 87'. Back in the 12th grade g. When I used to hang with ch to the ip hangin' in the halls. Tryin' to get the young bitches ridin' my ballz.
Bring me the heads of mine former opponents. Make minor arrangements with tall prostitutes. Then run through their ranks in stolen Volkswagens. And show me your gashes, show me your gashes.
(Who's one of my kind). Tonight. (Who's one of my kind). Your lipstick stains. On the front lobe of my. Left-side brains. I knew i wouldn't forget you.
I'm tired of explaining that it wasn't supposed to be allowed. I'd buy it but it wasn't supposed to be like this. You can't touch me cos I'm never over.
Married life in prison is a lottery. Conditions are dickensian at best. Celebrate animals celebrate animals. Standing in the corner like you've pissed yourself.
Oh snap, you know this track is fly. So get crunked up and don't ask why. Post rap, post punk, post Kurt Cobain. Post Kool Moe Dee post House of Pain.
Humphrey, the whale should have GPS. Humphrey, the whale should get GPS. . Humphrey, the whale should have GPS. Humphrey, the whale should get GPS. . So youre not stuck in the Sacramento Delta, Humphrey.
MC Lars is more punk than you. Go. . Books about Evanescence. (Are not punk rock). Guns n' Roses watches. (Are not punk rock). . Hello Kitty iPod cases.
It's off the hook home slice, like a lucky fish.. All I wish is that you taste this like a Swedish dish.. It's the L-A-R-S, H-O double-R I-S.... and I represent CV, and yes I must confess:.