d.s. by a 12" black syringe in prison everyone's upset that he did it i think it's funny, to bad he didn't get away with it a.i.d.s.[x a lot] the guy
noddin' This ain't for the squeamish I stay givin' it to pussies whether I use my knife or I use my penis It's a full moon and my K-9's came with grey
populace the ones that don't have the time to open there eyes and free there mines what the definition of a freedom fighter or the one who's grip on
s not so much what you say it's mostly how your saying it you make me melt like kerosene on candle wax in flames and on your porch she's knocking on
our planet dying and it's populus diseased america made this virus, they also have a cure but still they'll let it kill you, that's what they made it
i.d. mighty sword of jetblack steel fatal strike, g.i.d. sea of blood, from the wound moral war, g.i.d. antikristus neutronstar god is dead, g.i.d
pagan gods of stone Heathens disobeyed Defying God's commands But Lot was undefiled Mercy was his alone Devastation of life Brought by God's own might
Feel You Up Until You Drip Cuz You Make Me Nervous I Don't Wanna Make A Slip Bridge one: DO YOU LIKE MY SECKSY HAIR!? I'm NOT WEARING ANY UNDERWEAR! Chorus: S MY D
m Probably Gunna Lick Feel You Up Until You Drip Cuz You Make Me Nervous I Don't Wanna Make A Slip DO YOU LIKE MY SECKSY HAIR!? I'm NOT WEARING ANY UNDERWEAR! S MY D
K.I.D.S. We're Kids Incorporated K.I.D.S. (Whoa Oh) Looks Like We Made It We're Kids Incorporated K.I.D.S. Kids Incorporated We're Gonna Have Fun K.I.
cielo d'estate Oltre a tutte le mie questioni esistenziali devo subire i problemi Personali dell'analista, da cui mi confesso le sere d'inverno Cosa
liberte Avant d'etre surpris par la nuit Pourtant s'en aller Sans se demander A quoi ca sert Tous ses pas sur la terre S'en aller Et toujours chercher
Pourquoi je vis, pourquoi je meurs Pourquoi je ris, pourquoi je pleure Voici le S.O.S. d'un terrien en detresse J'ai jamais eu les pieds sur terre J
mir fick dich du Keck der Rest hat Pech Gesetze brechen flex sie fresh deine Mutter rulpst am Tisch ich frag nur hat das Beck's geschmeckt bei Arger
whole life is like the repeat of Gahndi Me and G O D, from C O C, like got dough C O D A S A P, A S A P Play me, you crazy, and your mother ass fat So
Man I fucked alotta bitches man (true) Made a lotta money (true) Made a lotta enemies (true) Would I do this shit all over again, I dunno That's a good
get the crack on the street Tour over motherfucka let's get back on our feet Chorus 2x Verse 3: Un (whispering) Ay yo it's un bitch shhhhh it's un