of love it is ? you're knockin' at my heart What kind of love it is ? tearing me apart What kind of love it is ? But the memories of what is love what
kind of love it is ? you're knockin' at my heart What kind of love it is ? tearing me apart What kind of love it is ? But the memories of what is love
: Look out your window, baby, there's a scene you'd like to catch, The band is playing "Dixie," a man got his hand outstretched. Could be the Fuhrer
Chorus] Ecstasy, coke - you say it's love, it is poison Schools where I learned they should be burned, it is poison Physicians prescriptin us medicine - which is
70's song in a Volare with mom Picture the future seeing everything gone My wife is asking me, "Is anything wrong?? I tell her, "Erica, everything is.
me insane I love tattoos but I can't stand this hell Needles of horror, I am a tattoo whimp My skin is naked, my skin is virgin My skin is white, white
on stage, your dirty ass is leavin You're lettin off steam - oh yeah really? No time for rat turds, you're fuckin silly Don't come with that phony Monie macaroni Love
, gorilla stance Make, killas glance, heads, start popping Police just watch, hoes, start clocking Foes can't block 'em, your spine is jelly But mine is gully, my insides is
in small talk, it's only true pain I don't divulge the plan ahk, I fuck with Hussein Acid is falling from the sky, fuck a new reign This is a flammable
Ecstasy, coke, you say it's love, it is poison Schools where I learned they should be burned, it is poison Physicians prescriptin' us medicine which is
em up with Another Love Song Yeah they'll probably like the pussy shit Uhh Another Love Song bitch Ok ladies and gentlemen This is Insane Clown Posse
, another ducat From here to nantucket mc's kick the bucket I'm rugged ruff flow-in up till I bust While other rappers is flatter than a white girl's
'em in the hot seat grab a hoe, I'll show you some shit That'll make your eyes explode out ya skull, 'cause bein' odd On the block is a no, niggas, didn
't i love you you're my friend i handed him my wig and shot myself in the head then i stuffed a box of tissues in the hole in my skull i got in my mazda
white owls and mad tunes Live quite fowl, leavin lifestyles in bitches bathrooms I crack granite, and pack a mass transit it's so weird My style is more
Look out your window, baby, there's a scene you'd like to catch The band is playing "Dixie," a man got his hand outstretched Could be the fuhrer, could
