floor, slicked up to the nines And I tell you there will be no mercy for swine There will be no mercy There will be no mercy There will be no mercy
Translation: Cherry Poppin' Daddies. No Mercy For Swine.
A little bit of tension makes the world alright And there's some pain you can't do without That's the pain you're tasting When you started walking out Ooh, mercy, mercy
out new material You hold me down, analyze all cherry-head Wu is in town, catch the hand-off Prepare for my dancehall standoff Mercy when I come blow
Diadora's when it leaves the Adidas store Don't be comparin us to rappers Compare us to the Arabs, this a terrorist attack, uh - BOOM! Lord have mercy
cheese I heard y'all kids is 'bout that, psychotherapy You buggin' where the couch at? Wu, 'til they bury me Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree Now it's cherry
y'all, but shit I'm on mine Like Don Trump, Black Ted Turner, totin' burners Open dope spots on every block Jumpin' in and out of cherry drops As the
now The light in this place is so bad Makin' me sick in the head All the laughter is just makin' me sad The stars have turned cherry red I'm strummin
D Let's go Lolli, lolli, lolli, lolli Let me see you pop that body Lolli, lolli, lolli, lolli Let me see you pop that body Chocolate lolli, cherry
that's for real One love to caramel sundaes With the cherries on top, yeah And big up to my French vanillas Parlez vous, francais, mi amor, merci Oui
Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia Lord be havin' mercy on my soul I'm havin' the impression that my life gon' be a bowl Of cherries
in desire kneel in worship before the myth. In anticipation of their own death, they await his coming. Sweet Jesus have mercy on me. Sweet Jesus, they
your mamma wants to do me and your Daddy wants to do me in I'm a cat with nine lives I hope that i Can make it to ten O'cherry please forgive me for
her in jammies And I left so-phista-mature Dirty Mutha Fuzz Well the next day I hung over My head still hurt like hell I begged to her have mercy But
, that's for real One love to caramel sundaes With the cherries on top, yeah And big up to my french vanillas Parlez vous, francais, mi amor, merci,
baby gather cherries for you" So the cherry-tree bowed low down, low down to the ground And Mary gathered cherries while Joseph stood down And Mary gathered cherries
The Lord has come to me, ladies and gentlemen And he wants me to sing to ya'll So I think I'm gonna sing (Good Lord have mercy!) I Don't Even Know
