She's fat, she's a slut. She told me I had a cute butt. Right away I fell for her. She made me feel so secure. . I don't mind her being all that. I don't mind her being fat.
the perfect love song. doesn't make you cry. it's filled with sorrow. and brutal goodbyes. . so if she's cryin'. you know you've done something right.
He walks around in a daze go by so slowly. Thinking about everyone, say they don't know him. Thinking he wouldn't mind or couldn't find. His way around.
Fightin' with the neighbours and screwin' the wife. Hip hop music ruined my life. I bitch and I moan, I lie and I cheat. Waiting for the night when I die in my sleep.
I walk the earth quietly,. by day carry a net.. With no strings attached,. to a magic marionette.. . See there's so little time left. and yet there's so much space..
From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn. I drop math in ya path and rock on. Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise. For you to try battlin me would be unwise.
i was raised on a dirt road. ghost town, stray dogs. whole nine, the gold mine closed down. i knew the woods like the back of my hand. and i would shoot the breeze.
Buck 65-Square 3. . [intro]. music to be murdered by. it is mood music in a juggular vein and i hope you like it. our record requires only the simplist of equipment.
Buck 65-Square 1. . (Some mumbling...). Pretty soon the hippies of today, will be the squares of tomorrow. It was the echoing voices of the old ones. Through thick steeled forests and over scorched earth.
I tell you there's some. Someone at the door. . Alright, hands up, better yet, hit the dirt. Pervert, nobody moves, nobody gets hurt. It's a bust, gonna tear this place apart and dust for prints.
I hide behind the curtain listening to whispers with my fingers cross. I got 2 little sisters to think about. In the event that ghosts appears. I'm told I'm supposed to hear a signal when the coast is clear.
The race is over and I won, these are not contradictory facts.. All that's left now is victory laps,. and I have no intention of slowing the pace,. so unless you're a sucker you won't be showing your face..
[spoken]:. In my darkness. I speak now upon this object of nature. And now upon that. And find it impossible to soothe my restless head. However much I wish it.
Even if it's jazz in the quiet storm. Bebop converted in a hip hop form. (Repeat). Visions of a musical plateau. Thoughts fill my mind. So I draw back and take aim.
with the force of a collision and the flames of a bonfire. rages the yin and yang, my right hand von squire.. snake brother, consimate professional take cover,.
Dog eats dog. Give and take - take and giving.. Hands that feed. A man's gotta make a living.. Charcoal barbeque. Station wagon. Nice dream.. Selling cigarettes and men's magazines and ice cream..
The word miracle isn't really worth the same. As a measure of marvel in heaven as it is on earth. Because extraordinary happenings are commonplace in the promised land.
I tried rockets and pixie sticks in my life and my breath stinks. I wanna get high, high as can be and only one thing can satisfy me. . Sugar sandwich.
I'll cut off my nose to spite my face;. Drive your car off a bridge to cause you disgrace. You say that you love me; I'll force you to touch. Me all reeling, all writhing with maggots inside.