I pulled out the na-na Rolled off the bed then shot back. Pow Pow Blood on the sheets probably spillin' from my gash Looked out the glass, seen you sprintin
Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca Kick game like I know a little bit of socca Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas Give them nick names and a little
style of rhymin' is ancient like Aztecs an' Mayans Because I recognize it?s all about timin' Me an' my freestyle alliance practicin' African Voodoo science In front of 20 foot bonfires Lookin
time, hasn't it? I know a farmer who looks after the farm With water clear, he cares for all his harvest I know a fireman who looks after the fire Can
to stay alive When you're twenty-five And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks And Freedy's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face Funky little
her eyes Sue Lee has a motorbike - sun glass and a memory Long days on a hunger strike - late nights as a refugee She lives in a little house - says
Like that time i slit my wrists with glass Blood scattered along the basement floor Drag my limp ass body to the door What the fuck i hear my little
stay alive when you?re twenty-five And Wendy?s stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks And Freedy?s got spots from ripping off the stars From his face, funky little
what you Do just pour me a glass of that bitch's brew No, I really don't care what happens to you do I want a long cold glass of that bitch's brew
burnin' the Ave I'm old school, I still got the fiends burnin' the glass I pull the pump off my waist, and dumb in your face I'm a little bit too hard
Here's a Sprite, spread your legs Wow, look at the beautiful butterfly What's that smell? Are you alive? How much did those breasts cost? They kinda look
what shall we do, what shall we do now? And if you take a look around, harmony is dying Someone trapped the spirit in a glass guitar And if you listen
day tripper, prick teaser yeah) (doo... wop-wop a-oo...) so a parting word to those young unfortunates who cannot get to sleep 'til one little snake uncurls raise a glass
deep when I'm dressing in drag I call it freedom of expression, most just call me a fag 'Cause our dudes look like chicks and chicks look like dykes
bludda ludda lacca Kick game like I know a little bit of socca Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka
Now Francisco and Bernardo, they was guardin' the castle, Leanin' on their spears, not lookin' for no hassle, Havin' themselves a brew or two, When out
slowly looked up from his beer -- my God, that man was tall. He said, "Boy, I see you're a scrapper, so just before you fall, I'm gonna tell you just a little