I can't speak for you Can speak for me It's a struggle But them ballers done bubbled I can't speak for you But I can speak for me I'm out here strugglin
I rock like my ma's mean, name is cocaine Place you on my A-fiend list and pay you 'cane Think you can handle? Not get stripped when you rock? Think again, you find you
steady....Speakin of hold it steady.... You can hold my nuts steady and then.... I can stick my dick in you like a machette...If you're a girl... If you
Shoe Bomber Richard Reid bit that stewardess' thumb off, you done for When you die you go to Heaven, till then welcome to Hell Spawn Celtic Frost at the
out that Holly Grove dungeon nigga Flame up and toast let it get sparkin up in here You don't make out alive very often up in here I'ma speak on behalf
Yo, uhh, you didn't see this one comin', did you? From the N.O. to the S.T.L. Nelly-Nel and Lil' Wayne Now, on a scale of one to ten, I've been rated
the palos Still you trying to act cool, but you should know You're so cool that I'ma call you a culo You're just a pee wee, you can't get it ever, you
anger on the paper Record it on tape Play it on the block On ya box While you get off rocks And down heavy swallows Of scotch white label Put it on the
Today, on the street In the metro, It's a melancholy day No one speaks Passing you by Wondering why Today, like any day Rolled out of bed Talked on
speak in code On all sides, the frost bites, a shadow creeping up on me Oh yeah it's like the club in my hand It's your favourite brand And you've touched
Ron holds it down on the pitcher's mound I get my five-one-six on and I'm homeward bound Beastie Boys always on vacation Run DMC lost the motivation ODB's on
Speakin of hold it steady.... You can hold my nuts steady and then.... I can stick my dick in you like a machette...If you're a girl... If you're a girl
two great wings it will fly in the skies Dragonhead on the bow, with two shinin' eyes "Welcome on board", I hear in my head Tho' nobody' speaking now,
out Magnets and words up on the fridge Speak to the poet in all of us I missed the page that you thought about Drew in the frost on the windowpane
of Windex, a pen and pad could bring I say think before you speak, and think before anything you do Or the next rhyme I write might be about you, son
them to fight again! Only three chariots are seen on the charred plains - Through all the throngs and clusters, lambs and stallions! "If you should speak
Ice, snow, cold, hear me now I am in agony I scream your name I wish to speak with you all lords of the winter Cold, come and freeze the mighty oceans
suedes from afar Pah But hold up, do you know who I are? The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on You blot it I got it then shot it
