you Mr. Miracle, I won't get trashed again Ooh, can you hear my lies Don't you bother with this fool just laugh into my eyes So we went back to the
this at home You can be just like me! Mic check one two.. we recordin? I'm cancerous, so when I diss you wouldn't wanna answer this If you responded back
red, like the blood shed from Kurt Cobain's head, when he shot himself dead Women all grabbin at my shishkabob Bought Lauryn Hill's tape so her kids
Oh yeah this is Eminem baby back up in that motherfucking ass One time for your mother fucking mind we represent the 313 You know what I'm saying? cause
it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong) Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms
in those kilts, upa upa up in those kilts, man you don’t want to go up in those hills, up in those hills, uppa up in those hills You better beware, stay
what you got But don't front and never try to be what you're not Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back And fuck Jill on a hill
ghetto gospel [Chorus - Elton John:] Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills
ambition's to be free I can't breathe, cause soon as I leave, it's like a trap I hear you callin me to come back, I'm a sucka for love that's right, sucka
Sun beats hard On Sunset Boulevard Much harder still In Notting Hill A northwind blows And carries me home Carries my heart, carries my soul
away my pride But I can't go back and my death lies ahead And the end of this life fills me with dread Still I push this boulder up this rocky hill
marks I left on the hills I see the cuts and wounds of my deeds they make me muse on life Up the hill and the mountain I look back, I look down there
I wish you well Oh Yeah Oh Yeah What do you think of me? And who do you want me to be? Not gonna let my history Pull me down and hold me back, ya see
're the last ones left And the hair, it stands on the back of our necks And I swear, it shows Heaven must be just like this. Do you see the hills beneath
I overheard the elders telling each Other stories about the days when They were young back on planet earth I wish to learn the secrets of those Who lived
Once upon a time as in Ancient history High upon a hill in a shroud Of mystery Loomed the abbey as we Journeyed through the night And wended our way Towards
the way oh what fun it is to ride on a one-horse open sleigh [verse 1] dashing through the snow on a one-horse open sleigh over the hills we go laughing
my calls Cause some of y'all are too much I still love ya, but I been on paper too months And if you do get through And ask what I'm doin' Kickin' back