Verse) Is There Nobody To Warn Him, Chamillionaire Will Bomb On Him Its Cool Your Sticking Up For Him, But If You Want You Can Join Him Bombin On Him
liar and I don't waste my time with dirty liars. [Amos Hart] Look... I'm really sorry, Mr. Flynn. [Billy Flynn] On the other hand, your devotion to
but just for love Too bad the good ones always have to take your blame Hey, sharp tongue liar, make all pay in a bed of fire Too bad your dreams are always
The fat is in the fire, a fryer made of chicken wire Gettin' sick and tired of a friggin' liar Pelican with some very soft mangoes A closet full of skeletons
Radio We're talking about the state of the art Mr Grover 'n' Mr Gillian You musta made a million The night that Frank Zappa caught on fire Could you
Say Names, We Can All Get A Reference Brains In The Info From Your Broads In The West End Masters, Flowing Staggers On Bars Nigga Stay Mad Cause His Swagger`s On
my jewels dangles Could see stars, like the Bangles When you approach me, adress me as Mr. like Bojangles Death Decepticon, bad intentions when we reppin on Microphones, step in the set and start flexin on Your
I tell myself, that I can stand the pain But when you hold me in your arms, I sing it again (Yeah, say it again) So come on, come on, come on, come on
're dead We are trapped, make it violent The most bright, I'm assuming Love the smell of your bath (Back) Sci-Fi Half-Time Mr. you're on fire Mr. (
liar's bed Sneaking around just like a copperhead Mr. Hot Shot, well, who's hot now? Love turned a corner and she turned the page Fueled by the fire
me flushin? through the city shawty, no shirt I don't fall gonna come on the first Blew life in the streets had ?em rebirth See me on fire hater, I know
, goddammit Well, look at you now But you wouldn't tell me It's not funny, my ass is on fire Paraplegic, inhuman liar Carve a smile On your face Everything
the nigga that you learn to hate Management is your crimy. Your lawyer is your liar And when your famous but po', you set your accountants office on fire
is the nigga that you learn to hate Management is your crimy. your lawyer is your liar And when your famous but po', you set your accountants office on fire
Half-Time Mr. you're on fire Mr. No sir I'm okay Mr. you're on fire Mr. No sir I'm okay Mr. you're on fire Mr. No sir I'm okay Mr. you're on fire
myself I love girls (what) I get a kick out of play with fire I get a kick out of play with fire Playing with fire Playing with fire She Ain't going no
[MF Doom] The fat is in the fire, a fryer made of chicken wire Gettin sick and tired of a friggin liar Pelican, with some very soft mangoes A closet full