me. who me, a raver? do me a favor, make like a blackhead and get out of my face crack head. each and every nominee gets a year's supply of hominegrits
up mi saddle and decide to make a flex Way back inna di future Where me have to make a step (All sing along) Memories don't live like people do They
eyes And he is on a horse a horse a horse With a train of smoke behind its hooves And I must say from my depths I have seen a story emerge from a cloud
my family, didn't even much affect you I wonder why my homie died at such a young age I wonder why my homie death didn't make the front page Cause it's a
a shot nearly blind me Eyes rolled like a zombie, my life started seemin' timely I can't believe it, Officer Friendly, he put a slug in lil' McKinley I'll be a memory, but I ain't
Make up! Gimme the script--please sing that chorus once more" Madam, that's Adam Ain't no other woman, that's Adam He's stronger than a tree And
white dress she's wearing You haven't seen her For a while But you know... That she's watching She's laughing, she's turning She's holding her tonic
brown eyed girl she's so sweet and naive She met a boy fell in love, carved their name out in a tree And oh you, what a perfect memory, there's a swing
Life?s a fog at night red brake lights The freeway beside a restaurant Cold egg whites sat on my plate like 3 AM this is a spot frequented by some made
that's on the real, like T with a blindfold for the shining grill) We underground and we bout a mill, it took a week to shoot how I love (that's the
A paint splattered wall A carton of cigarettes A bouquet of corpses A dying forest A nurtured garden A privatized prison A candle with a broken
A paint splattered wall A carton of cigarettes A bouquet of corpses A dying forest A nurtured garden A privatized prison A candle with a broken wick A
got them so wet they make a Freudian slip and Fall down into my verbal abyss that's straight Reservoir Dog style perfecto served with a kiss muah baby It's
You ain't a human while your music's boomin anti-human I'm assumin -- if you ain't human you're a beast The white man could be the devil all the day,
't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me at all 7
I wonder if it's still called memory loss If you can't remember the last time you lost Yeah, the only time I lose is when it's my memory Haters comin
black eyed Susan says "Silly bitch is such a bore" In a while they know she'll walk away It's just a drunken game she likes to play Besides, she knows
floor She saw through a white lie Saw me through love's eyes She hardly can see anymore And it makes me so sad And it just isn't fair Why should so