in your mouth I hope it tastes like this?ahhh No homo, one more time?ahhh That?s your promo And I been hard to the core since I went solo Only man on my horse
at the edge of Detroit where the cops go beyond the laws where enemies work together by putting they shit on pause So what does it mean, Assault on Precinct 13
intro) Class programme for the African Anarchist 14 carats he pleaded Yeah, just let me take the grain like a criminal should Burdens? As in work-horse
t done nuthin wrong, I'm just tryin' to kick a song You mean to tell me I can't walk down the street with a bong? Secret agent mutha fucka, double-0-13
O citizen of London, enlarge thy countenance: O Jew. Leave counting gold! Return to thy oil and wine. O African! Black African! (Go, winged thought, widen his forehead) 13
and his horses sing Babylon's a-burning, Babylon's a-burning Six hundred 6, 6 the rising beast Bears the mark of Babylon to be [Revelation 13] And I
could have been I placed all my trust at the foot of this hill And now I am sure my heart can never be still So collect your courage and collect your horse
I miss the highway, running against the wind Blessed are the stoned, and all the places they've been Shadow of a man at home, beating a dead horse Home
not my fault, I don't know what was going on It's not my fault, everything happened so quickly I couldn't really help it because My credit card is balancing at 13
rest go study fi the maths test don't try fi pass the AIDS and the pregnancy test spell psychological don't guess! what's 13 percent of a million US
pants on 34 of em' as well as others And done the same thing several times - as well as a lot of other things Just about like this. I held 125 head of wild horses
rounds 40 years of probation 39 lashes before Crucifixion Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com 38 months 37 years since birth 36 hours 35 soldiers 34 horses
Et avec les honneurs je suis tombe Et dans un beau silence Il faut que je me rende A l'evidence [refrain (2)] Envers et contre moi Je suis hors de
will want for money You never will want for money 4. "Pull off, pull off them high-heeled shoes All made of Spanish leather. Get behind me on my horse
Flexy souple dans les mouvements et a chaque pas Sexy dessous blancs et pas de fesses qui claquent pas Viens-la toi ma "Fatty girl", dans ou hors de
years With a trojan horse techinque, that modern man feared And I never lost a battle motherfucker don't front Maybe on the 32nd day of the 13th month
, toujours les memes qui pesent Avons nous la poisse, est-ce tous les jours vendredi 13 Fabe Tous les jours vendredi 13 ou quoi, hein, en Scred On etait la, vue, hors