When the harlots reappear From the distance spilled the din Dragging the withered bones of the clowns that rode them in We'll glow a deep red We'll
spawn As Cthulhu lunged with howls of demonic monster serpents Who.. shall fall With a flame and howl of calling Marduk fell with wounds of death With spears and howls
fucking New Yorker Who knows that sittin' in traffic with these bastards is torture I'll be in a jalopy with a mami getting head rest And howl at the
(feat. T-Bird, Mr. Prezident & Lot-A-Nerv) [Chorus x2: Lot-a-Nerv] As I gaze up at the stars, And howl up at the moon I've been all around the World
it's sweet sickness Like picturing the rest of your life with a girl you've known For three minutes, and proposing in a day and a half What we're composing
Oh Lily, my dear. I've been thinking about you all day. I couldn't sleep a wink last night, I skipped my Dark Arts lab to get these lyrics right. And
the shit about the kid who's on the loose? Go ahead, what I said is that the rest are all dead Who's the best? Screw the rest, off my chest and in my
game, homeboy Ten years strong, doin' my thang, homeboy Put the raza on the map (Raza on the map) Since way back In '95, doin' car shows with Roger and Zapp (Rest
We felt sick as we walked out of the room, to nest in filth and howl at the moon. No good words could find his tongue that day.
squashed that, and that shit should cease Cause black mutha-uckas shouldn't beef Beef Beef Back in the daa-ays Beef Beef Back in this day there's beef Beef Back in the day
like watching some day old, Paint on a train roll by as the rain fall, And it's so beautiful it's painful, a sweet sickness, Like picturing the rest
lizard's 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
trees. Through valleys so still we dare not breathe, To be by your side. Over the shifting desert plains, Across mountains all in flames. Through howling
Yorker Who knows that sittin' in traffic with these bastards is torture I'll be in a jalopy with a mami gettin' head rest And howl at the glowing moon
ZIRA: Sleep, my little Kovu Let your dreams take wing One day when you're big and strong You will be a king KOVU: Good night... ZIRA: Good night
anybody minds A pinch 'tween your cheek and gum is not a crime So I'll do my spittin' and to heck with the rest of y'all Well I've never saw people gettin
die a sinner And while I'm here I'm hustling, get paper with my niggas Last of a dying breed, Pharaoh clique in your section Before I leave my rest, kiss