Granny in the woods... Just a loaf of bread, please... [NARRATOR] Cinderella's Stepmother had a surprise for her. [STEPMOTHER] I have emptied a pot
wish I had the new Chucks The elevator felt like a sauna Reeked of old urine, and cheap marijuana I woke up one mornin', and creeped to the corner See
That old dog has chained you up alright Give you everything you need To live inside a twisted cage Sleep beside an empty rage I had a dream, I was your
The water ain't safe, the land's made of water I hug a half empty glass my dignity's trying to corner I'm trying to see the future in a tea cup and a
skirt Let fall your shoes, let fall your shirt I'm not the lady-killing sort Enough to hurt a girl in port Marie's gone blonde and lost a stone She
take the fight outta you Like a transplant patient Waiting for a donor Don't let it take the fight outta you Like a half-empty balloon After a party in the corner
time that cold wind blows Every time I hear that sound East coast cross winds on the cold wet stone I remember windy town The freezing corners and the empty
't you worry Sometimes you've just gotta let it ride The world is changing Right before your eyes Now I've found you There's no more emptiness
(Bator/James/Tregunna) Hot love and cold steel/Struttin' like Pink Panther Ain't got no plans/I ain't a boy and I ain't no man Hanging on the corner/Just
oz Poppin' some funky shit by the d.o.c I'm with my nigga little nation or my homey named Snoop My nigga dj train he hittin' corner in de coop Pullin
of the pretty To be so kind. Cowards and corpses were busy competing The rhymes of the riots were busy repeating I raced to the corner and sped(? ) from
You fallin' down a endless tunnel of doom reality Grahically, my Killer Bee family stings the galaxy Insanity, titanium stomach, devourin' Guinness My flesh is solid stone
Pocket full of stones, oh boy, I gotta track it up Fuckin' with you snitches man don't make me wanna hang it up But lookin' at a empty plate don't make
corner cold, critical unquestioned, my opponents know I shoot like capono, watch me own the show chromatose, toasted, getting money while I roam the coast stones
Dry Leaves You Naked Lying On The Pavement People Are Standing Round With Laany Shoes You Can Hardly Move, You Look Sexy All Of A Sudden, The Streets Are Empty
-tops with her favorite stone She's showing off the way she walks It's on Take me, show me (Whoa oh, whoa oh) The corners of your empty room The trouble
ground. Open your eyes, you are standing empty and cold. Open your mouth if you voice can never be sold. I only know that hearts made of stone Will