me down into the blue. Though I try every day, I just can't escape thinking of you. As I lie here awake, it's all I can take of thinking of you. I can
TRUSS . . . " Oh, listen, that only goes to show you, and it'll show you once again that . . . A Mountain is something You don't wanna fuck with You
you straight G I can't fuck with it Girls still messin with you; your shit is wack Any bitch in they right mind shouldn't have sex wit you Rusty nigga
ever act hardcore, you's a suburban nigga, you get serviced nigga You never even been in a fuckin' street fight Look at your old photo album pictures, you
) Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals) Harry: (to thing-fish) Anything you say, master! take me, I'm yours! Rhonda: (broadway-style fake singing
think of devoting any of my precious time to something as boring as 'reproduction'! Rhonda: Harry, I used to think you were merely an over- educated
! Thing-fish: Mmmm! say dere...hey! umm-hmm! thass right! hey you! you two ugly white folks...over heahhh! As you know, de presence of carboniferous
amusement, Replaced by a rash Of 'creative' confusement! Soon, my brave zombies, You'll make your return! Broadway will glow! Broadway will burn! (along
' type), bridgin' de conceptiumal gap between what you is, what you think you is, what we think you is, what you is gonna be, 'n also what yo' rubberized
