ya guts on ya own leg Nigga I'm sick o' them full-blown AIDS And my block got more rocks, than the stone age You been afraid, you sweet like home made
And his wizards hat He spoke of his movie and how he was making A new sound track And then we spoke of kids on the coast And different types of organic
'Cause my flavor's so sweet You'll be zoom, zoom, zoom Don't even get me started On my bada, boom, boom One left, one right That's how I organize '
down As I rise from the ground into sound Melting browns drip like wax Building blocks, nappy cat Blazes acts, filling facts Mental sax, sweet mental sax Sweet
poem the other day I hope you like it [Chorus] Roses are red, and violets are blue Sugar is sweet love, but not as sweet as you Boogers are green
so bring some Jello in And a mighty fine fellow in like myself To organize the panties on the shelf Them girls, them girls, them girls I do adore I like 'em sweet
frustrating being a man All these sexy women don't understand Things we need to do, every other day or two Like take you home, baby and make sweet love
a man All these sexy women Don't understand Things we need to do, yeah Every other day or two Like take you home, baby yeah And make sweet love to you
to this fractured fairy tale What once upon a time were little home sweet homes Are now just houses up for sale Streets ahush, a grim reminder No lovers laughter, no organ
powerful stuff, powerful stuff And when we get home she plays me like a fiddle Makin' sweet music with the monkey in the middle Walking that sideshow tightrope, making ends meet That organ
I've been wearing faces in the strangest places Just to make a dream come true The dawn is sweet but it's incomplete and l'm waiting for you The breeze
I'm just trying to relax as a killer's waiting right outside my door What's black and white, what's red all over This tired book, this organ donor Sweet
me that mandane females do suck. Through you, I have found the philosopher's stone. In you my penumbral heart has found a home. And as you whisper sweet
the doe sweeter The best Derrick Jeter, veggie-eater, half-ebonizer Love leisure, crewed up, in the stretch 11-seater It's either, move accordin' or, lose an organ
Kept alive for Dissection Disembowelment - I rub the intestines on your face Shredded abdomen - profuse gastric haemorrhage Mangled innards - dislocated anal tract Nauseous Torment - Festered organs
Words & Music by Hank Snow I never shall forget the day I heard my dear old mother say "I'm leaving now the old home dear, remember Jack your mother
