his spell And then what happened next to this day no one will tell He sang Voodoo Voodoo Voodoo Voodoo He sang Voodoo Voodoo Voodoo Voodoo
of an arising One hand on the plan, the other hand on the bible I'm the man, your ghetto American Idol Mister Diaz, wack suckers, will put it on vinyl
frantically declaring himself in control and in charge. The ultimate realization of the inmates taking over at the asylum. The screenplay will be adapted from the book called "Voodoo
Tanker/ und das letzte Ol verstromt/ nie wieder ein Tankwart Refrain(2x): Keine Idole!/ Woran soll ich noch glauben/ Wenn die Alten Ideale verstauben/ Keine Idole
m in the Central Cuttin through that ass like a Ginsu as I commense to Get big with my nigs, A.G. & Showbiz Now your idol was doin vital damage to your
'm in the Central Cuttin through that ass like a Ginsu as I commense to Get big with my nigs, A.G. & Showbiz Now your idol was doin vital damage to your
well. I've yet to lose that hunger, but only time can tell. Prodigal sun with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal stitch and crucify bigot voodoo doll
I'm in the Central Cuttin through that ass like a Ginsu as I commense to Get big with my nigs, A.G. & Showbiz Now your idol was doin vital damage to your
well I've yet to lose that hunger But only time can tell Prodigal Son with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal stitch And crucify bigot voodoo doll
declaring himself in control and in charge. The ultimate realization of the inmates taking over at the asylum. The screenplay will be adapted from the book called "Voodoo
m a bass drum beater Mad high hatter Ensnare the snare with this here Choke the life out 'it Revive it and vitalize 'it Prop it up propper so you guys'll idolize
