him, you next! And you better have a good doctor to rearrange your face I'm the Champ! [Ghostface Killah] Who want to battle the Don? I'm James Bond
you next! And you better have a good doctor to rearrange your face I'm the Champ! [Ghostface Killah] Who want to battle the Don? I'm James Bond in the
lazer beam vocals You know you messing with a dart master, right now J-Love, hit them niggas [Ghostface Killah] Yo, who want to battle the Don? I'm James
On the streets, cousin, word life, them big boy Toys'R'Us Got them S5 fifties Maybach's, push suede back Four hundred G's, on the concrete, save that Like James
with the itchy trigger fingers Yeah, we're on a mission ta Kansas, slippin thru Texas We stopped at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes bacon and eggs,
pretty way to paint it baby (why), Don't cry, dry your eyes September 11th, I woke up about 7am, west coast time, French toast and my Turkey bacon, taking
Too nasty, I said now big dumb you You bacon skin Just fat but you know where it's at I wish you was thin, Cloreen bacon skin Brotch, you can't fuck
. Ascot, sometimes a top hat, walking a dog the size of a rat, your black ties, shaking hands with rich guys, laughing it up, passin' the buck, yo making bacon
here to wreck your shit It's the treacherous, two plus Ant If we can't do it, who the fuck can they claim ? slave to the ringtone I smell pussy in the bacon
James Taylor Something's wrong, that restless feeling's been preying on your mind Road maps in a well cracked ceiling the signs aren't hard to find Now
James Taylor Morning, sing me a song Afternoon, bring it along Nighttime, show me a friend Say it again Send a good dream my way Wednesday, feeling just
with the itchy trigger fingers Yeah, we're on a mission to Kansas, slippin' through Texas We stopped at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes, bacon and eggs
my hair is in a perm so i can never have a curl man its a bluebird on my shoulder can i kill it? man wakin up the bacon toast and eggs up in the skillett
James 'Cause old man winter?s arrived, the temperature dived November just died, December?s alive Thus it ain?t no typical rise, just individual?s way to bring home The bacon
Too nasty. I said now big dumb, you... you... Bacon Skin Just fat, but you know where it's at. I wish you was thin, Cloreen Bacon Skin. Brotch, you can
with the sickle when I'm stripped in the page For centuries, held down bars like penitentiaries You entertain, it's funny like Kevin James, Now stay
, word life, them big boy Toys'R'Us Got them S5 fifties Maybach's, push suede back Four hundred g's, on the concrete, save that Like James Brown, it's