and yo' ass lost Then you tried to get gangsta, homey, you mad soft Overcrowded jails puttin' pounds on Ashcroft Don't forget the glaze, your devil's buyin' the crack sauce
could close down Moe's or the Kuik-e-Mart and nobody would care But the heart and soul of springfield's in our Maison Derriere Belle: Were the sauce
a true Egyptian Come read my menu I'll follow through and satisfy With a five course lyrical Chew and swallow, wash down with Port Dessert laced with Maxim sauce
city in the bay?so watching ? I never wanted to see your shapeless hope The time brushes into know how we're known The soul that creates the
, shower scene, angel blood and the chainsaw Shells hit your car, tear your frame off Beef got you covered like the faggot niggas Bodies in steak sauce
chased by those lights only the lights lime, and my mics on and my time is none, because im writing more and i aint here to meet a soul in this business
chased by those lights Only the light's mine and my mic's on And my time is none because I'm writing more And I ain't here to meet a soul in this business
swear you're the fiercest calm I've been in Concertina Concertina, trying for it This I swear you're the fiercest calm I've been in A soul quake happened
re a bad banana, With a greasy black peel! You're a monster, Mr. Grinch! Your heart's an empty hole. Your brain is full of spiders. You've got garlic in your soul
mouth cold And rip out ya tongue 'cause of what ya mouth told Sweat for the lemonade, sweat for the tea Sweat from the hot sauce, sweat from the D You
decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce! You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch,With a nauseous super "naus"!,You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch,Your soul
ScareCrow] Please stay sleep, please stay sleep please stay sleep, you niggas stay sleep Sippin on six murder minutes, the sauce I give blood
m raising my glass in a toast here's to our last drink of fossil fuels let us vow to get off of this sauce shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
like to put down You can call me a boozer, or call me a loser It really doesn't matter to me I got a bench for snoozin', some sauce to keep boozin' That
friend That it's them again, nature Norega, wild gremlins Yo, yo, champagne on the rocks, pour on the fort Knox lazura Shark salad with cabbage, pork chops and apple sauce
Now check this out (it's time for da bullshit) Yo, I'm with mike g, I'm with snupe, I'm with del I'm with hieroglyphics, I'm with souls of mischievious
shade for the words that i say with the rules that i play for the moves that i make its amazing just like the boy peter paker sink white as a cloud my souls
them 50 bottles got to go See juice and gin used to be my friend, from the beginin' And now I'm just a player sippin' sauce, every now and then To catch