This song is called, "It's a metaphor, fool." Sixteen names on my list but none of them could ever get me hot like this. (YEAH!!!) Got your scars on
m a psycho! Woah! I'm a psycho! Woah! Don't you come near me. (I'm a psycho. Whoa!) Don't come close to me. (I'm a psycho. Whoa! ) Why don't you fear
Baby! You don't wanna make me cry or I will fill you with the emptiness inside. Okay! Alright! Baby! You don't wanna say goodbye or I will soak you
I wanna rob you of your game face so I can cower beneath your words. Cause I'm a freak from the same place let suicide make a meal for birds Into your
be your side again. Wrap me up in a plastic case. Pat me down with your warm embrace. I wanna know where you've laid your face at night for all these years. You're a
, like a virgin enthralled by the danger. Poetry was never this real to me. When I was too far gone to save her. Oh Lordy! The sun is coming up! A marshmallow
move the police keep count make it real fuckin' easy to get streched out I was at the funeral when it all began You know the painful transition from a boy
hood on a couple of blocks With a couple Aks and a couple of Glocks No work in the trunk for a couple of stops Duffle bag when I pay away a couple of
talked If we ever had a problem bout anything I was cool with no commitment WAIT!!! Let me take that back It was you, so I was with it (See) I guess
em to me and I'ma tax a dude Duck the Feds and drama like I duck my baby momma Sometimes I play it sour - what you thought was yay was flour I pull whatever
what this is is!) Can I get a little bit a L-O-V-E? (MC) Can ya spend a little bit of dough on me? (Bone Thugs) Can I get a little bit a ya T-I-M-
Thought it was supposed to be Me you you me so complete Why you handelin me this way What was it you was talkin yesterday Yesterday, I could say, I seemed
And it sure was hard to say goodbye To Willies and Laura Mae Jones The cotton was high And the corn was growing fine, yes it was But that was another
Cause I can show you 'bout a real love And I can promise anything that I do is just to satisfy you Your soul ain't a toy, you ain't dealin' with a boy
me Thought it was supposed to be Me you you me so complete Why you handelin me this way What was it you was talkin yesterday Yesterday, I could say,
in a day I'm that Bin Laden, boy, I'll bomb ya state I ain't come to stay, I got a post bar and a date Two million in the bag, ain't one to brag You
finally see All you have to do is just ask for anything you want It's yours, you get right to the point, if love is what you really need Don't be shy, just say, "Boy
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy Living in a box Under the stairs In the corner of the basement In the house half a block down the street from
