I am a lonely painter, I live in a box of paints I used to be frightened by the devil And drawn to those who weren't afraid Remember when you told me
Part of u pours out of me from time 2 time in these lines U're in my blood like holy wine...u're so bitter and so sweet I could drink a case of you darling
's so many whips behind us I don't know if this is a slave ship or car show I talk a lot of s*** - Ima a**hole Anyway, punta, kinte, the O.G I told you
In the middle of a caravan On a four wheel drive oasis There's a man with a thought in mind To cash in on the desert faces He's got a truckload of
' on a weak jam Understand this is 80 proof Guaranteed to get your girl loose if she douche Throw your set up to the roof Third finger down, if u're wild, make a
nothin but trapt. the streets respect a nigga, cause i grind and ball. they say star even gittin love behind the walls. take this mixtape money, go and buy me a
with ourselves What is it worth when this barren metropolis prevail Scale the walls of hell, trail of a octopus I seen it all through the eyes of a
, you saw the South Park movie I love England and visa versa American perspective in these Visa verses Tea time jolly good, caffeine rush Look, a red a phone booth and a
South Park movie. [CHORUS] I love England and visa versa, American perspective in these Visa verses. Tea time? Jolly good! Caffeine rush. Look, a red a phone booth and a
you saw the South Park movie I love England and visa versa American perspective in these visa verses Tea time? Jolly good, Caffeine rush Look, a red a phone booth and a
Peace Camp to women only is a sensible political ploy, But if it is a demonstration of sexual exclusivity it is a sham. Aren't we seeking to destroy
money I clutch u huh Napoleon the strength of strong arm With a dick they whistle and ride I put a move up on I'm a hardcore product of the ghetto Been
like a septer Wit rhymes average MC's can't see like a specter The inspector with the nectar, sharp like a Black and Decker I twist a nigga neck like
' talkin' dirty to a member o' de royal fam'ly! Girl! dis cocksucker mights be evil, but he am a prince! now he be talkin' de vernak-luh, i's findin'
, Heck-a motor scootera?¦ so fine U wanna shoot her, Dressed like butter, hold a Cup-a Glass Cutter Glass Cutter Ohhha?¦ yeah! This is a jam about a
of a fascist dictator. It was a callous and savage piece of electioneering Designed to cover up horrific domestic problems. At a time when a peaceful
