: "Fight tuberculosis, folks." Christmas Eve, an old junkie selling Christmas seals on North Park Street. The "Priest," they called him. "Fight tuberculosis
camisas que me compro pa gordo son mis pantalones, pa gordo son los carsonsillos que me pongo, y pa gordo... Pa gordo mis cojones Cuando voy por la calle
s drama mama Murder them, murder them, they don't make a move until they get word from him I could be in Fiji, one call to Gigi She on some Belly shit
bagging up work when I put Yayo in the bag Fuck is you rhyming about? You 30, just getting in the game, you should be trying to get out You it's drama when the llama
the browns sold it The blacks cooked it and the promotions pushed it Dust for the rich, and terrain for the poor Fucking poor natives called him the
cava and ya don't have to pay" Say what I don't have to pay man yo how can this be So I say como se llama and he said "its called JC" He said "I got the
nut in my underwear "Now, let's me contestant number two He's a psychopathic, deranged, crackhead freak Who works for the Dark Carnival He says women call him
nut in my underwear Now, let's me contestant number two He's a psychopathic, deranged, crackhead freak Who works for the Dark Carnival He says women call him
hides of llama we cry nada, fly frather Fry hotter, you die gotta Fuck with me witness manana Absence of malice in my palace Call cousin now Dallas trigger
breaker [Jay-Z] They call me King Hov, copy? (como te llamas?) They call me King Hov, copy? (como te llamas?) They call me King Hov, copy? copy? copy? They call
coats Play me close, I gave him a dose Shot him up with volts, body go up in the smoke The mic pope is back, I throw him in the yoke Head crack, go for
be ragged and my shoes may be worn But I've been a wealthy boy since I've been born 'Cause I call Him when I'm troubled and I call Him when I'm weak
an impossible promise come true The birth of a baby to a hopeless old lady So they called him laughter, for no other name would do They called him laughter
gonna bring me anything? Oh, don't worry Dad, you know, it don't matter what we do 'Cause I don't call him daddy, he can never be like you? He said, ?I don't call him
don't call him a retard he's a buck-toothed gambler he's a cross-eyed refugee pollutants seeping through his pores and he's panting like a hog-tied athlete
the saddle Lord, you won't be satisfied So don't call him a cowboy Until you've seen him ride Don't call him a cowboy Until you've seen him ride 'Cause
ll both forget We even wear his name Please mommy, can I still call him daddy? I know he's treated us so bad Please mommy, can I still call him daddy
call him mine Though when I call him on the phone I never feel butterflies I know that I can trust He'll always give me love And I know mine will grow for him
