Under my shirt Have to amass Sling the tainted words I'm each arms they fall on It's my body Puzzles the trick in me I lend it out to borrow It might
Under my shirt, Have to amass Sling the tainted words I'm each arms they fall on It's my body, Puzzles the trick in me I lend it out to borrow, it might
Translation: Cocteau Twins. Wolf In The Breast.
life left, they lifeless Then micless, what a crisis I give them a good night's rest I break they biceps and triceps Thighs and necks, breast area,
a bitch radio Yo check, that's the new jam of the day The big timers featurin' Wolf Yo' Wolf don went from the the keyboards to the mic booth Wolf rappin
Tigger Triple up, trey eight, four nickel tucked Get some weight on your ass, give them nickels up This is for my fly ice niggaz Kilo breast, chicken
tongue darted around Not daring to rest for a minute or more. An involuntary shiver went up his spine As he heard the sound of eerie howls A wolf appeared
how it works and here's a spanner Stick it in! I know that woman and she can't act And I know who bought her breasts Once she wanted to get to grips
Geology is digging through my brain A manta engulfing the world To throw it up once again To a guild of lifted daggers Neo-wolf, but older again Than
is shinin Solid gold, check it Sun yo Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver linings Double breasted
white breast holds deep in the chest a ravenous heart A big bad wolf clad in sheepskin, lurking, craving to reap [Lead; Suckdog] The wolf clad in sheepskin
I drink the blood From cup of death I sip the milk from tied up Angels holy breasts I fuck the whore and eat her flesh And when the daylight comes I sleep
s being waged and the world's just a stage in this city The real estate's prime, the number plates rhyme, liquidity Wear a gun and be proud, but bare breasts
he jumped to escape Thor caught him into his fist The gods took him to a deep cavern With his sons One day changed into a wolf And the wolf devoured
in the great alone when the moon was awful clear And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a silence you most could hear With only the howl of a timber wolf
in the Great Alone, when the moon was awful clear, And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a silence you most could HEAR; With only the howl of a timber wolf
we must wake up And a place to confront with passion as the body The body Yes the body and the shoulders And the space between the breast The green
