air Yes, Mr. Todd, yes, Mr. Todd Yes, all around It's man devouring man, my dear And then who are we to deny it in here? These are desperate times Mrs
lamps: Have some madeira, m'dear. You really have nothing to fear. I'm not trying to tempt you, that wouldn't be right, You shouldn't drink spirits at this time
"Hey, mom, what's with all the sauerkraut?" And my dear, sweet mother She just looked at my like a cow looks at an oncoming train And she leaned right down next
s on) O-o-on (on), o-o-on (on) [Verse 2 - Bun B] We in the dressing room posted Drinks in the air get toasted, sweets in the air get roasted Promoters
can bear. So you gotta revenge me on this harlot and this knave Or else I'll never rest in my motherfuckin' grave." Well, this information just flips
the night becomes cooler and sweet now i get up seven times just to cover his feet now there is pain but i?ve packed it away for next year now there
[speaking] yeah i be acting crazy rapping nasty but dont get me wrong i god sense ima thank god on this song this song is dedcated to all the homeboys
Featuring Seth Ready Chorus This is for the ladies (All the ladies all around the world) This is for the ladies (This is dedicated now to every single
as the Bazooka Tooth holster fabric (This fucker's rabid and still breathing!) (Hiding cabbage!) Oh, the heater claps to leave me I'ma ninja this shit
: "Have some madeira, m'dear, You really have nothing to fear; I'm not trying to tempt you, that wouldn't be right, You shouldn't drink spirits at this time
a pot spot? If this was hopscotch, you would hop to the next box I hop to the next park and try to block shots On the ball court, I'm not of this element
hate this, our races wit dope the x clan take this Which reminds me back in 89 me and Kim broke up for the first time She was tryna two time me and there
Roc) [Redman:] This Is W.K.Y.A Radio, You Motha Fuckkas You Gotta Next Calla On The Air,"Bitch You On Da Line" Some Chick In The Backgroung: "Yo This
my momma pregnant this fast They said that he my daddy It's good times junior last saw me was in a caddy Speedin' this time the snitches won't tell I
been greased... Stick to priest! Now then, this might be a little bit stringy, but then of course it's... fiddle player! TODD: No, this isn't fiddle