On point make a cut like we holdin a shank Got it all up on ya back now you walkin a plank Try to do it like this but you drawin a blank Do it double
this big... He had a red suit on An' a widow's peak An' then a pointed tail 'n like a sulphur reek Yes, it was him awright I sweared I knowed it was
Please take me for your wife So Tom Tom turned around, so Tom Tom turned around Tom Tom turned around, Tom Tom turned around Tom Tom turned around, Tom Tom turned around Tom Tom
colder than a gut shot bitch wolf dog with 9 sucking pups pullin' a 4 trap up a hill in the dead of winter in the middle of a snowstorm with a mouth full
you was wifey could change me into a groom in a mintue boo Maybe my sense of humor gets into you But girl, they can make a perfume from the scent of
you was wifey can chase me to a room in a minute boo maybe, my sense of humor gets into you but girl they can make a perfume from the scent of you
is dead nigga let me resurrect it Microphone check it, uno, dos, tres, I'm a keep spitting til they crown me the best The rap games a mess, let me clean
D (titties) My thugs throw it up if you a G off in yo (city) Fuck a nigga (try to rob me) had to get a bust a (missi) {Wait a minute Mothafuclka} Then
dead n-gga let me resurrect it Microphone check it, uno, dos, tres, I'm a keep spitting til they crown me the best The rap games a mess, let me clean
fifty two it don?t stand for King James I waited too long now so let me explain John 6:9 let me break it down plain Five loaves two fishes is what a boy gave So I took what I had
jury breath commence fresh Test the match, metal on the chestplate tech Better win a smile right, wanna frown like god right With a highlight primal fright in a primal life of a
permutated tango. It's actually a perverted tango. By the time . . . Yes, it's so perverted! This is the "Be-Bop Tango," a special entertainment event that includes choreography a
. . . Aynsley: Say, could you do me a favour? Could you beat me with a toilet brush? Phyllis: Beat you with a toilet brush? Aynsley: Shhh . . . someone
" From his pocket hung down my watch and chain Tom I sat down on a stone and I cried Knowing full well that the young lad died Tom Tom, lend me your