of the pile but you choked on my motherfuckin portion Spade within my excrement bitch parody Your insanity is my clarity, not to mention convention is a great
the core like the meat's pink And hard as a floor on the precinct while ya teen thinks That you're a chain letter for 7 days, the weak link Fuck a bottle
Clearly a big spender, who wears a lot of gear Doom the Great, no low self-esteem Got to go get the wealth growin green gleam He make it seem mean as a
be doubt But they're just things that'll slow you down Just put ?em all in a great big pile And stand back And burn, baby like a big ol' fire Build it
you're ever in a battle, I'm-a make you my slave And I'm-a give you a shovel so you can dig a grave. Leave behind all your fame and wealth So you can
Headline a bill throw a jewel at your grill Black steel bring the heat like military fire drills Drop a bombshell for real Units move half a mil With
formality of thoughts Yes, atomic of course You steppin to me, you take a loss Radical, the replication of a quasar A pulsar, immense to suplicate Crush a
t see me with panorama. (Haha) Niggas soft as a can of flowers You soft as a can of tuna You fuckin' with a piranha The ballin' is no illusion Paper tall as a
dont say a word until i'm through now there's a time to laugh a time to cry a time to live and a time to die a time to break and a time to chill to
Rock me in your cradle to big sleep Like a real man, I dont wanna weep I have practised to raise a smile Thats how I can keep you in my pile But still
a bingo on the beat like Carson Palmer And them niggas couldn't see me with panorama. (Haha) Niggas soft as a can of flowers You soft as a can of tuna You fuckin' with a
airplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon, A great ball of fire that shook all the hills. Who are these friends who are falling like dry leaves? The
days you just might change their minds Shine the light, blind ?em by a big ol' fire Oh, big ol' fire Big ol' fire Oh, a big ol' fire Burn big ol' fire
't say a word until I'm through Now there's a time to laugh a time to cry A time to live and a time to die A time to break and a time to chill To act
me in your cradle to big sleep Like a real man, I dont wanna weep I have practised to raise a smile Thats how I can keep you in my pile But still in
What's the big fuss it was just a little hand job So what if her friend took off her bra and socks and drawers It was like a massage-a-trois Why the
a red VW microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the city dump. Well we got there and there was a big sign and a
a moth to the flame. [Roxie Hart] A moth? [Billy Flynn] Now I am a man who will assist and you're a butterfly. Crushed on a wheel! [Roxie Hart] Wait
