Testi:
Michael Rod

Traduzione: Asta di Michael. Cavaliere in armatura brillante.

you're gay bolt thrower,you're dropped,suffocation,you're dropped,napalm death,you're dropped you're deader than sharon tate and her baby,you've swallowed more cum than rod

got 'em hot in this bitch! (So throw the water on 'em!) HERE WE GO! [Verse 5: Lil Wayne] Chirp on the check like Michael Jeffrey Even the referee said

Elvis is dead for being fat - 500 pound Kurt cobain's rich as fcuk he's buried in the ground Jimi hendrix and his amp still ain't makin' no sound Michael

s curtians, I smoke mo than Michael Irvin. [Verse 6: Numskull] Swervin big Lexus, throwin 40 bottles out the roof, breath about 100 proof, slammin bot-els, rod

(James Ingram/Michael McDonald/Rod Temperton/Quincy Jones) Heavenly father watching us all We take from each other and give nothing at all Well it's

your back blown out (No more daddy's little girl) You a big girl now, in a world, where these niggas are foul You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan

or when its cold outside the AC blow snowballs drive a bitch up the wall with them plush leather guts steady grippin the butt the paint just drip on the street michael

Cause I think we got a UD show tomorrow And I have to go to Sao Paulo - I know Andy's at a soccer game, Rod's in a speedo I'm not Michael Caine but I _