(M. Bottler/G. Zekley) (chorus 1) I am, I am, I am Superman and I know what's happening I am, I am, I am Superman and I can do anything You don't
: (M. Bottler/G. Zekley) (chorus 1) I am, I am, I am Superman and I know what's happening I am, I am, I am Superman and I can do anything You don
pensieri su di un infante che non ha l'eta come Gigliola Cinguetti, e se apre bocca e da chiudergliela con la sgagliola. Sai che c'e e un knock out sulla
shit, this is my shit (Ooh oo) This is my shit. Let me hear you say this shit is Super-cala-fragalistic-expialidoshus S-U-P-E-R-C-A-L-A-F-R-A-G-A...um
into contact with outer entities We could entertain each one with our theosophies Stay awake at night and count your R.E.M.'s When you're talking with your super
(feat. E-40, Mack 10) [E-40:] Aight, one O this E Fizee I gotta, I gotta thank my math teacher 'Count Dracula' Who just teaches a brother how to, you
a dang, dang, dang, dang, dang About nobody-e-e-e (Oh-oh-oh-oh) 'Cause I'm all about him (Oh-oh-oh-oh) 'Cause I'm all about him (Oh-oh-oh-oh) I'm all
musica cosa? Perche e la volta buona,questa e la buona volta per rivoluzionare la scena musicale Per bombardare e devastare in maniera letale Tutti quei fottuti bastardi ignoranti da super
beat the morning bell At Edward R. Morrow out on Ave L We be grillin' cheese and flippin' flapjacks With the diamond stylus we cutting wax We're the super
m on fire Causin pain like a runaway train you don't stop Drop the track, now watch it flow back to the top I'm the J-R-O, not J-E-R-U And you know what
the sole of my Puma You know I'm def, ladies say I'm fresh See I rock the crowd til there's no one left I'm slick like oil, I'm rollin in my caddy I
B-Legit an Double R, we ride. Southwest, riders, southwest riders man, you know what we do, E-feeze-fozereeze, wit Z-Savage, that nigga, Double R, Double R
into contact with outer entities We could entertain each one with our theosophies Stay awake at night and count your R.E.M.'s when you're talking with your super
horns that sound somethin' like a moose screw (huh?) I'm quite exquisite with it I'm naughty kill it skillet I'm on some Tretch and Tim Dog, Penicillin
'm out here stuntin with keke I be ridin' super tint. I'm a ghost you never see me. Cause I'm up above, I'm in the clouds, I'm rollin up, I'm lookin down