Well I got a new kinda squaredance rap. Don't talk smack. Flash my gat. I'm finna spit and hold my dick. And heat shit up like a thermostat. Grab your partner by the chaps.
Don't you touch me baby 'cause I'm shakin' so much. Don't you touch me baby 'cause I'm shakin' so much. Don't you touch me baby 'cause I'm shakin' so much.
I want your HEART. Your SOUL.... ...and your MIND. You'll give me TRUST. ...Your body,. Then you're mine!. ...And being HUMAN. ...is FUCKED as it is..
I met the devil in Poughkeepsie, New York. He took a seat right beside me at the end of the bar. He said, I looked familiar, had we met sometime before?.
I found these plastic parts and wires. Let's split me open at the seams. And rip out everything inside. Make room for all these new machines. . Sew me up and pray that I survive.
The streets are littered with our filth. But we trudge through it all the same. Through all the disease ridden puddles. Our feet get wet and our socks get stained.
No amount of talk. Could cover up. What I had hiding in my trunk. Oh, baby, it will bring you down. No, I ain't sorry for what I did. 'Cause for them it's more of a business.
she bowed to what was happening. i felt like bowing. so we both did. and the people knew they were being. bowed to. and so did the room. even the dog frankie had an idea.
All alone the ballerina dances before my eyes. She turns her head away but as the music plays she cries. If only I could make her see this prison that is keeping me.
I've opened all the doors. And I've looked at what's inside. To many choices when will. All these voices die-ie. . Whatever brought me here. So tattered and so torn.
This is the last day. The last day that I sway. No longer will you dictate what I do or say. I've taken a leave of absence. I've taken a leave of the senses.
It's like a brand into your skinlost in a world you don't fit in. You can't remove this fear from you. And now I'm praying to God: "Please tell me, what can I do ?".
Lost in my peace, I've arisen from my ashes and I'm. STRONG! I'M STRONG!. On, on my knees, I surrender to my goddess. I ascend! I've sinned!. . Oh, but recalling all the sins they've preached will resurrect me!.
Your face was never missed. You cleverness and cunning words did not exist. Bitter bleak, you're fuckin' weak. You know you don't deserve a thing. . You fight for pride to save your name.
I still recall every summer night. Like it was yesterday. The time would never end. And my friends were family. Nothing mattered more. Than the loyalty we had.
[In the beginning of his journey he was alone, but along the way he met a few brave men who decided to join him in his quest to stop the evil one. One of those men was a sorcerer that was sent by the sorcerers of light, the rightful owners of the book. He offered his service and knowledgem and by Good, they needed that help! With a mighty sorcerer by thire side the odds seemed a little bit better. He explained that the mightiest magician exsisting, hade been sent to oblivion by the dark side, and even though his powers were not quite that strong he promised to do what he could the help them... and what more could they ask for?].
Now the last rays of the daylight. slowly fade away. (the) night's closing in. Outside of the village. there's a meeting on the hill. they call 'the sin'.
When the night's falling. and the dark's crawling. in the streets where the bats fly out to kill. When a wolf's howling. and the death's prowling. when the witches are dancing on the hill.
Now the pain's getting weaker. The pressure's growing less. Soon the dusk hails the dark with a caress. When the shadows' getting longer. The hunter stalks his prey.
Well Billy Wayne was found this morning passed out in his car. In the back seat was a woman that he'd picked up in a bar. When his mother heard her only words were this must be a dream.