A one, two, three. J.o.h.n.n.y., God's little gift, cream and pie. Men, men, men, umm, uum, Men, men, men, umm, uum, Men, men, milk and honey, God's
out da park never on the ground Verbally gifted Herbally twisted Simplistic, but futuristic No lipstick No mascara I want a bitch that blow like Irene Kara I bring terror, scare and fright
Clip is free! I'm a put that in your life, and hope it Be a little better for the player-hater, just sit in your fright, and focus Take a millimeter to
expedition to the ruins of the Sumerian city of Ur, an undertaking which preceded my own work there by some eighteen months. Stone was a gifted archaeologist
weight of lust My hands on the skein of height ... A pallid death Mirage into dark The horizons echo your glance Following a detractive sleep I am the
your children throw furniture Learning disabilities spring from the scene Like a recessive biter gene, ignited like a flare for all teams Tall beams broken, bring down the foundation Found in a
battle with death for the prize of life I learned ta never come empty handed to a gun fight My advesaries feel fright, his last sight Was a flash of light
skies, they fell open and my eyes were opened to a world of hope falling at my feet. Now I've no more or less than anyone else has, what I have is a gift
as they got a taste Of what the U-N-I was like Their eyes was like BLAM From the surprise and fright Now it's the vocal enhancement Vintage reigning rocks A hundred mines swing Dig a
to gain A struggle for rage But I Choose to do doom to (?) Yeah, you know my anger is a gift I give to respect to test me on a face Hah, Outlaw phase
prays so loud, she cries from the inside why, why, why, why, how could someone do this to me? He has taken this gift from her, fright in her eyes, he
cannot name the colour of the dark I fall into a dream From the lands lying at the end of World I am bringing this dress as a gift, it is made with the
? But the truth remain unspoken Cynic without anger And a lover without passion And a fighter with a complex Worship your own cancer And a lesson without meaning It a
Come to see you at the mortuary, you came round looking Oh so scary It was very very late at night, and you gave me such a fright We held hands to your
of the inner me The art of gone, and heart of stone, and own's worst enemy Intellect shapeshifta, God's gift a Soul slippa Hone in on clones and blow