Once stood a man on my face Ooh yeah, on my face Gobbled him up 'cause my taste Leaves nothing to waste Hear the riddle that I say (x2) What is fair
Once stood a man on my face Ooh yeah, on my face Gobbled him up, 'cause my taste Leaves nothing to waste Hear the riddle that I say Hear the riddle that
Traduzione: Frank Black. Fiddle Riddle.
debts in my face to get you hurt Horace Gracy'll kick you in the back of your shirt Rush you to Harlem Hospital, no jokes a riddle What instrument you
i'm rappin to the beat and me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet see i am wonder mike and i like to say hello to the black