Wonderin' where you been, baby, baby?. . I've been wonderin' where you've been sleepin'. We've been runnin' out of time 'cause you wanna be creepin', pimpin'.
Let me tell ya'll what it's like. Being male, middle class and white. It's a bitch, if you don't believe. Listen up to my new cd. Sham on. . I got shit running through my brain.
If you want to be free. Then I want you to be. You're not mine anymore. You're public property. . You're a slave to these people. Who don't even know you.
I'm trollin' food court for girls. Yeah, it's the best job in the world. Yeah, they know they're safe with me. They love my little mustache. They love a man in uniform, oh.
Rock this bitch?. . Ok. . I'm gonna rock this bitch. I tell you what. I'm gonna rock this bitch. I'm gonna rock it like the bitch has never been rocked before.
I thought about sitting on the floor in second grade. I couldn't keep the pace. I thought I was the only one moving in slow motion. While the other kids knew something I did not.
I'm trollin' food court for girls. Yeah, it's the best job in the world. Yeah, they know they're safe with me. They love my little mustache. They love a man in uniform, oh.
Artist: Aceyalone. Album: Accepted Eclectic. Song: Rappers Rappers Rappers. Typed by: [email protected]. . (What I mean is basically there's no one.
Uhh, yeah - today is Easter... So what? Uhh, yeah. . [Chorus]. When I rock the beat it sounds so incredible. When I put it down it's so unforgettable.
Uh. Feel it. Yeah. Check it now. With these saints. Feel it. Come on. Reconize. Uh. Kweli. Jaylib. Collapse. Yo. Yeah. Turn it up. Yes. . Now everybody, just gather around.
Black palgue reborn. leaving salvation on putrefication. piles of human flesh. mortification of all beings. abhorrent smell insuficient air. dilacerated coprses side by side.
Hell's bluster in your mind. A boundless pain possesses you. Eye gouged out. Worms rises from your eyes. Satan rips out your soul. Satan ruler of your soul.
Mass flagellation entangled in shadows. Blackest winds blowing horror and death. Carrying the corpse stench. Infesting all earth's plaine. Transgressing all races to execution.
Damned kingdom of fertility and creation - darkned destiny. yet strengthened with the power of gods - underworld awaits. hunger lord of pestilence and flies - infiltrator of plague.
Ravenous hordes ride the sorrowful dawn. Purge through pillage inferno unleashed. Blasting steel barbarian spawn. Riding to avenge out of the hills. Storms of spears breaks the dusk.
Rain, rain, falling is the only thing you ever do. You're getting pretty good. You're getting pretty good at it now. . down, down, down to where the trouble.
Ya no llores por favor. Que no ves que lastimas mi corazon. Amor yo no sabia pedir perdón. Todo lo tuve a mi alrededor. Primero era yo siempre yo. Es verdad que te lastime.