good on the drums as he is My mate thinks I'm bloody cracked Please sign my jacket on the back All them badges made of plastic I think they're great, just fantastic
course bad, bad by law You know say you're da numba won Trust me, watch dis Come on, take a ride with the lyrical five foot eight And three-quarter
-speakin'- aww?yeah ini kru one double nine three and we're back baby? ha! ha! to all the rappers in the house? safe man?chill ya know what I'm sayin'
I locate modern halos and pass em out to the pavement Y'all catch a 30-second flash frame Dirty cooperative Neptune bloom head-trip split Fantastic! Fathom
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) Right Voice (Reed, Yule) candy screen wrappers of silkscreen fantastic, requiring memories, both lovely
with Mister Mister Money don't fake moves 'cause I probably hit your sister I'm on a mission, word is bond Word to God, I goes on, the little Don Smooth and fantastic
re shooting the uh, title sequence for Uncle Meat right now, which is the name of the Mothers of Invention movie that we've been working on for about three
One, two, three, four Baby, you're my freak once in a week We gettin' kind of deep in my, eighty six jeep I don't play no tricks, you know the bomb ticks
man that Takes every girl for a fool [Incomprehensible] Shoot, shoot, shoot A fantastic into romantic Say what? Romantic into fantastic Seven, six, five, four, three
that wanted to be more than number four Number one's a hard spot; either you fight Or get shot, so this is what I got (bo!) Three tec-9's, my uzi, ten
his wife to get to step on before I start lettin loose on your skanless ass with the weap-on Then since he's learnt, involved in a three year marriage
down Gotta, gotta get up to get down What up everybody? So glad you're here It's Coolio wit' the flow back in your ear This ain't a fantastic voyage
To create total chaos.. no mass confusion [erick sermon] No magic tricks, houdini, or I dream of jeannie Or dissapearing acts from here to tahiti It's a one two three
of old poison gas and obsolete germs bombs, just as a freak tornado cruised through ... yes, it was about three o'clock in the afternoon when little howard
and It's the slipping of the sun Money is pouring Three days to go This autumn begins to focus North claims the imperial [Incomprehensible] totem Fantastic Trees, lakes Mountains Fantastic
It's time to kiss the genius It's time to break the spell There's a one out of three chance There's a pleasure banging my bell I'm in the soft pink luxury
I wouldn't call it dark, one spade, three spades I wouldn't call it light either, four spades pass, oh Oh, there go all my coins There's someone at the