I tried to commit suicide I had a gun in my mouth, and a tear in my eye Where's my mothafuccin' daughter at Thinkin' about the next place I can slaughter
[Verse 1] I was sittin in the room with a pistol, Schizo Fist full of bullets and my grips low, I'm mad They say music aint strange enough So I signed
I'm the siccest in the west, hit it in the chest, in a minute I'm rippin' nigga like wet sex. You're sentimental I get the the riddle n' shoot TECs cut
Its a must that I bust any strap you hand to me it's inherited it runs in the Family nigga in the town got pounds of beef threaten a niggas life make
(lynch) sick till i mothafuckin die! let me get a little strange. thing is dang kids you know thats what its for you know what i mean? every time i hear
Beautiful, the girl's cooking in the diner today Oh, she won't show the bother, even time she gets covered in (not actual lyric but sang in Bozeman, MT
Shady Sadie (Shady Sadie) serving lady (serving lady) Don't pay her no mind, no She'll take ev'ry dime She's got a one-a-day lunch, good for all the bunch
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today, Madam, Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today, She's so sorry to be delayed, But last evening
(Greg) Won't you try to come down They all said they'd be here You know you've been to every gathering Stretching out the years You haven't said anything
[Music by: P. Wagner] [Lyrics by: P. Wagner] Harold Walker was a banker He drove a Mercerdes-Benz He was a well respected, rich, young man He'd got a
Esta carta que estoy escribiendo Manana te la voy a mandar Sabras lo que estoy sufriendo, y tu sabras lo que esoty sufriendo y que no te he querido olvidar
Sittin' here countin' the cars goin' by And an hour must've been one or two The sheets are flappin' on momma's clothesline It's an old front porch swing
Sit by me silently and brush my beard No mess to mop up from the bed today Will we sit next door and watch the soaps? We?ve nothing to do and we?ve nothing
It's Monday afternoon and I'm drinking again And I know I promised you that the Lord would be my friend But the Lord and I don't get along so very good
She hits the blade with both hands high Downward is heavenward And we are not alone Condensers on and a drop is found A fingertip trace says to me "I
On Saturday night When I was born Down on the farm Guitar plinkin' And we started drinkin' Till the break of dawn About twelve o'clock Everything get
["a popular north american delicacy, this macaroni and cheese dinner is probable the heavy metal musician's best friend! by 'living' off this stuff, i
(l: J.Waters) Cupboard's bare, I'm so hungry Life ain't fair, gimme some money Macaroni maniac, a cheddar cheese heart attack Chorus: I love, I love,