got the means to protect It's shelter of my roots, going Proof Master Our lord Divine Lou has to motivate the rapster I took my heart but I may feel my heart
Bitch! Yeah Let Me Light My See Through Blunt Whatchu Kno Bout It? Get It! Weezy's The Name Moneys The Game Already! (Verse 1) Hard Body Muddafucka Got The Heart
hard body muthafuka, got a heart of a killa young God in the building bouta start a religion bout to call Bin Laden up and order some missles bring them
sway in motion Watch our souls tumbling from the sky Wrap me up within your cloak of myst'ry All nature holds is breath Whene'er you kiss me Hear
the guts out of my body Then I would surely drown The unforgiving wind searches And lashes me like a whip The self-pity overwhelms me My heart sinks
of vampires Blood red rims straight rollin' on flat tires Screachin to a halt sparks spittin at tha paparazzi Reload ya flash bulbs for the dead bodies
we even made it this far I say, "Rats live on," you hear, "No evil star" When it's all over you ask where we are My lips say no but my body says, "Auuugghhhhh
died And sent his soul to wander free Then we might need our ribbons five Let our poor body rest in peace The owl, the owl Is a lonely bird It chills my heart
Maybe we could break your ankle, clean and unsuspiciously. An ER trip, a doctor's slip, and you could share your pills with me. Won't it feel so good,
tauld a bit bodie in Fife A' my tale, and he made a bit sang o't. I have aye had a voice a' my days, But for singin' I ne'er gat the knack o't; Yet
to me, I flung open the door Johnny's head was home, it took a taxi cab Alas, it was too late, his body had gone bad Johnny's head was homeless, his body
Dover My body aches the time is here it's lonely in this place where I'm lying Our baby has been born, but something's wrong, it's too still, I hear
and shout I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out The mardi rapper toe-tapper always have it flowin And when you hear the bizmarkie,
Public nuisance You are in trouble It's either kill the law Or they murder you Take it easy hear it from Buju Straight from my heart It's coming to you
nineteen.. Ahem, check it, yo GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!! Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz Word to the camoflouge large niggaz Bitch niggaz fuckin my body
back to nineteen.. Ahem, check it, yo GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!! Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz Word to the camoflouge large niggaz Bitch niggaz fuckin my body
read the page Fly, soul, the body's guest, Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your body
breach the gate to this most blasphemous of halls Lest bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reap He must n'er become a slave to this Child