You'll hear Rat-tat a tat tat, Rat-tat a tat tat, Rat tat a tat tat tat, That's our Yankee Doodle, Yankee Doodle Rat tat a tat tat tat Hurrah.
a nigga on his back rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and i.. never hesitate to put a nigga on his back rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and
tat twam asi lost in a wilderness i will build a fire i become a fire to swim in the waters burrowing and bellowing into a consciousness kicking against
{*scratched*} "tit - tit tat" [Intro - Fabolous] (Pharrell) Uh! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!) Uh! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!) Uh! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!)
cut it when we can't cut it we strutted we stay budded up we keep it up and cut it up until we gotta shut up [Chorus x2:] Haiku De Tat, make my music
ubersehn. Sie sind verruckt nach Orchideen und waren gern voll von Lust. Doch zu geubt im Widerstehen wird ihnen nichts bewu?t. Was tat man den Madchen
A pessimist you can call me I'll be round, To bring you down. My friendship's overrated I've been crowned, Queen for letting you down. Give me your
With a bit of lose change in my pocket yeah, My soul is stubborn, and nothing'll stop me. Cos' I know where I'm going, I'll go at it alone, I know where
No one's paved the road to paradise Or guaranteed that it'd be nice It's just a long road hard road Dragging our little red wagon Till were six feet
Fucked up beyond a wreck plastered to my bed nothing daring in me that?s left just a mutinous protest Story's old to the critical fold* You've heard
Why do we see what we see? War and bloodshed. Over our chronic beliefs, And the world religions. How is anyone sure they're right? And does it really
My brain's dead and my body follows I'm just another explosion of a random dreamer With nowhere else to go I said My thoughts are stumped and my
I was born, misbehaved Having smoked up my propriety Who needs it anyway? I use it like the blunt side of a blade Blunt side of a blade Well there's
Here's to you, another bottle of wine Make me forget I'm alive I'm numbing my senses blind So i can lie and say it does not move me No, so don't touch
Fucked up beyond the rest, plastered to my bed Nothing bearing in me that's left, just a mutinous protest Stories old of the critical fold, you've heard
A sight for eyes so sore you are A taste of amphetamine A blister growing on my hear I got a little time to kill So here I am in all but my name The