- I ENDURE I LOOK UP TO THE SKY - KNOW THERE?S A CURE HEAVY VIBRATOR, WHO DO YOU LOVE HEAVY VIBRATOR ? WON?T YOU COME I NEED YOUR TOUCH - I NEED YOUR HAND
in the palm of your hand When you went back door on school and friends Drink, drugs, fighting, fast lane life Grew big chips on those imposing shoulders
high When a big blonde lifeguard walked by. He looked at her, she looked at him - I knew it was good bye. He took her by the hand, kicked sand in my
man You know those boys will take their life in their hands For Klondyke Kate...Sweet Klondyke Kate Klondyke Kate, you big moon-shine mama You don't know what you do Your hands
>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's But niggas goin' hand and hand, are
You need hands, rough not soft To come and warm you up, up in that cold hayloft Let me hold you little darling in my big strong arms Can't get these kinda
with the three, the unstoppable three Me and Adam and D were born to MC And my body and soul and mind are pure Not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cure
my brain is at ?Cause I'ma nymphomaniac This butt naked girl sat next to me And offered me some ecstasy Then she gave me a big fat kiss With a mouth
out spittin' out teeth ain't nuttin' peace Big boys don't destroy blunted zone pop steroid 50 men convoy, expensive where's the big toy Rumble through the wasteland right hand
To cure an ennui You need a bon nuit It's part of the joie de vie He's the kind o'cat people hear about But in a second-handed way That there's nothing
us to wait now You look dumb as fuck...Like Puffy in his video on that breakdown (hahaha) Tryin to dance around How the fuck it feel lock in hand set
up, taken back, when I was at your door The first time when you said forever i'll be yours Started walking, your hand in my hand Feelings got stronger
aint the answer still aint cured cancer i aint got a mil but im a pretty good daaancer my advance lasts me about a week after taxes my bills and big sack
worst rap 'Cuz he ain't worth jack Hit 'em with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap Make his whole body jerk back, watch the Earth crack Hand him
my granddaddy Took me to town one afternoon He drove an LTD, wore a big white Stetson And two tone cowboy boots He said, "Son here it goes?, and he handed
is a circus and the girls on Haight Street are way too funky [true!] Time to feel like a martyr, a satire, a sadder pioneer [Sole, wassup?] With idle hands
? at our pinnical, they make it sound so pinnocchio. that's how i know it's so dumb, it could even write its own article. give me a break, the great big