violent love To you by the moon above I wanna make violent love to you I wanna kiss every night To squeeze and hold you tight I wanna make violent love
A febrile shocking violent smack And the children are hoping for a heart-attack Tonight the windows are watching The streets all conspire And the lamppost
Shyne beat the case? What if Diddy did a dime flat? What if Nelson Mandela could give his time back? What if Malcolm was silent? What if Martin was violent
(Violent J) You guys ready? Alright, I'm first with the freestyle up in the free studio Lotus Pod, Uhh I split your whole fucking forehead open Rude Boy
I walk down my street at night The city lights are cold and violent I am comforted by the Approaching sound of trucks and sirens Even though the world
(Rocky Balboa) See I lovin' it when you thuggin', baby just don't stop You could wobledee, wobledee (Drop, drop it like it's hot) Beat it up and eat it up, love
As he bruised her face, she fades away again When she came to at the scene A fever wind and a match in hand As she watched the flames she felt love again
but rugged -- you can't push or shove it You dig it and you dug it cause like money you love it The king of monotone, with my own throne Righteously violent
had. Her legs were built to drive men: MEN Her legs were built: Her legs were built to drive men - QUEENIE Mad. But how was she ever to love them? There
beauty still rings true, from violent crashes Gently rest your weary head All we've fought for now is dead Goodnight Goodbye A soul surrender This love
I walk down my street at night The city lights are strange and violent I am comforted by the approaching sounds of trucks and sirens Even though the
a febrile shocking violent smack the children are hoping for a heart attack, tonight the windows are watching, the streets all conspire, and the lamppost
as he bruised her face she fades away again when she came to at the scene A fever wind and a match in hand as she watched the flames she felt love
rugged -- you can't push or shove it You dig it and you dug it cause like money you love it The king of monotone, with my own throne Righteously violent
... Guess who's coming to your big town? Jugglin jesters, kick-it clown Circus sound, painted frown Carnival of carnage creeping round I'm Violent J
pockets with ho's so exotic, it blows your optics I'm flashy, Egyptian kings couldn't surpass me chameleon Nikes that change colour to match me I used
Born:] Cheyenne! Look at what the liquor brings about, Throw out the magic basket full of wires and let them flail all on the ground. Why do they love
if Shyne beat the case? What if Diddy did a dime flat? What if Nelson Mandela could give his time back? What if Malcolm was silent? What if Martin was violent
