on the AM radio I like pop and I like soul I like rock but I never liked disco on the AM radio I like pop and I like soul I like rock but I never liked
, you're on fire I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two long ass verses If you mistook the for a song, look This ain't a song it's a warnin' to
identify with the millennium. chorus: all round and round! from the first to the last, it is in the? passionate clear shit! all my nigger want my.. the hip pop
, We'll be singing the songs We love to sing without a single stop, At the fireplace while we watch The chestnuts pop; Pop! Pop! Pop! There's a
hear the music on a AM radio I like pop, I like soul, I like rock, but I never liked disco I like pop, I like soul, I like rock, but I never liked disco
for santo (Saint in English) Pronto buckin Like a bronco Turn him to a john doe I make ya body need bondo I stomp fools Pop pop those hallows A hard
You the best rapper? Homie congratulations! [scream] I'd rather be known for felonious ratchet waving. (pop, pop, pop, pop!) You deep, we deeper But
Wait, wait I can see his head! Kyle: Here he comes! [POP!] Mr. Hankey: Howdy Ho! I'm Mr. Hankey the Christmas Poo Seasons Greetings to all of you! Let's sing songs
, what i found was a gutter where the love of entertainment meets the lust for blood and demerits, cutters of the pie throw your summers in the sky, collar pop
There's a Christmas party at the home of farmer gray It would be the perfect ending of a perfect day We'll be singing the songs we love to sing without
a perfect day We'll be singing the songs we love to sing without a single stop At the fireplace while we watch the chestnuts pop Pop, pop, pop There
spinach, and it makes you feel like I'm trippin,' (I'm not) 'Cause you ain't taking the trips I'm trippin,' (I'm over here) No nightmares, everyday is Christmas
: I'm thinking for Christmas this year I'm going to ask for lessons Tom: I know a guy, he has sex with his sister, he used his dick to pop her four foot
young ballers Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers Brigade barricade to bring the noise While the bullets break your bones up like christmas toys If I go solo, I'm doin a song
the moms and pops, for helping me slay dem faggots. G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-UNOT! Hahahaha Pop off nigga, Hahahaha, Pop off It's me
we passin' out gifts, blazin' up spliffs Christmas on the row, can you dig it? {can you dig it} Chorus Verse 4: tray deee Christmas eve, by the leaves
can talk that shit when the chips are up. But, the chips are down, because i put them there. And i got a hot chip like the indie band, This is Christmas