A red rose is dying In her gloomy sleep Night by night She can hear me She can see me She can feel me Figlia del male Male e mistero Rosa di rose vestita
(feat. H.A.W.K, Mista Madd) [talking] Say L, hold these keys man What kind of wheels is those brah (man them boys got 20's dog, Lorenzos) Man, I ain
a really dark and placid labyrinth You sang silly sarcastic banter links It's a mystery to he, sorta like the way the Pink Panther thinks In an open-shut
a capsule It is traveling inside you are pink intestines guts And wandering around as if the goon was made of gum Bloem & Les Claypool Spider, spider, spider Les Claypool Moan mister
window as the car rolled away She just vanished into a thick mist of change So let us rejoice (Let's Rejoice!) In all this Pink Noise (Out Pink Noise
out We don't put our hands over our mouth And whatever comes up comes out We don't put our hands over our mouth Whatever comes up comes out Please mister
his gear ain't tight I mack a ho and sip on hen all night You go respect me bitch for the title I hold My pinky ring,50 g's pink diamonds ya know Real
to a douche I guess you said fuck footloose, and got pussyloose No juice, you shoulda dried up, like a prune-a Mister mechanic this place needs a tune up For the pink
of a case cos i was strapped with my nines they see these drawers that im wearing muthafuckas aint mine nigga excuse me homie can i hit that mista niggas
like a crusade of half-dead blue bottles. Our brains leave their sculls, walk the tightrope of our rabbit in the headlight, stares, melting together like pink
the desert like a crusade of half dead bluebottles Our brains leave their skulls Walk the tightrope of our rabbit in the headlight stares Melting together like pink
my surprise.. [Verse 1] Young shawty I'm the pimp, so you know my game cold Brush all my teeth cause my whole grill gold Step out my house, pink gators
who that dude over there Butt nude with his tube in a polar bear That's me dirt nasty Sheep in the mirror dick in the buttcheeks Gorillas in the mist
you is bliss hungry eyes they stare at me I know I know don?t go summertime the taste of saint secretes Perfume mist console the mind I take it in, lips of pink
nothing here Except a darkness I ain't gonna fail no test I gave my dowry to a finger on a switch Turn me to a fine pink mist But I ain't nothing but
the promise I made Underneath the pink-white sheets It's 7 o'Clock, My head is gonna explode, Time to get a up and think about the promise I made Underneath the pink
your forehead Did you blush then when our hips touched? I can't tell, you're already red Am i right? you give me the signs Is that pink mist or just
clean bloody hands. It's too dark to see. You can smell he stench of corpses stacked miles high. You can hear their bombs dropping and everyone's been searching for the pink mist