no one supposed you The nightlife, the dark side of my soul Where if somebody crossed you, kill 'em up off you The nightlife, the dark side of the moon
what you can do She say if she bend it over, it'll be a full moon I told her bend it over, let me see that full moon Like the boom, boom, room, whole
heads gone all my bad chicks put your hands up im so fly im so cool im drapped up from my head to my shoes im steady rockin till my heads gone all my bad
let me lay you back Listen to this hood guitar You, you, you, you are You're just like the earth to the moon, to the stars There ain't one bad as you
, I represent the Shaolin my nigga Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow It be goin' down, diggy diggy down diggy down down While the planets and the stars and the moons
called three strikes The rat got three to five, two got life Those Three Blind Mice Now, Tom Thumb jumped up and said, "I got one David Duke and Farrakhan riding side-by-side
the bitch, dog Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff Run! I will not get bagged on the rock Run! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops
trap Better watch your table manners, boy and give me room I?m servin? shit, constantly tune And laughin? like a ticklish baboon On the way to the moon
' title read You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed Some, kids feeling guilty 'bout the But you first baby girl so just face it But anyway, back on the real side
at all I?m barkin? at the moon as I?m pissin? on the walls People grippin? new cars checkin? out a few bars They see me come in side, step a few yards
Bad news, bad news, come to me where I sleep Turn, turn, turn again Say, one of your friends is in trouble deep Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind
Baby, I ignite the fire. I am Michael, Michael Myers; leave your body in the dryer. Got the shotty on the side of me. My bad boys follow me. Im a bad
Bad news, bad news Came to me where I sleep Turn, turn, turn again Sayin' one of your friends Is in trouble deep Turn, turn to the rain And the wind
Old women condemned him, said, "He should apologize" Then he destroyed a bomb factory, ain't nobody was glad The bombs were meant for him, he was supposed to feel bad
long time to be without you sugar But what can I do Working hard on the other side of the world Might as well be on the moon Wish that I could write
So if you turn around and tell me to go to hell I'd say I know that place to well Where living is a luxury There's a bad moon rising in the underground
A fire is burning low the moon is on the rise Stuck in a devil's canyon surrounded by all sides Got nowhere left to run time is drawing near Well load
newborn's death Would be a blessing to us all Good choice? Bad choice? Out of three you've chosen misery Power and wisdom you deny (Bad choice, bad