promise you anything Place your hand over your heart Don't want to fool myself anymore Think nobody else will ever know Mr. White, up all night Hiding in my room Mr. White
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promise you anything place your hand over your heart don`t want to fool myself anymore think nobody else will ever know [Chorus] Mr. white, up all night hiding in my room Mr. white
up spit Grew up too quickly been through too much shit Corrupt and now they pour it on like syrup, bitch Thick in gritz, sick and twisted Mr. Buttersworth
dust, cuss til I slur up spit Grew up too quick went through too much shit Corrupt and now they pour it on like syrup, bitch Thick 'n rich, sick and twisted Mr
up spit Grew up - too quick went through too much do too much shit Corrupt, and I'm a pour it on like syrup bitch Thick and rich, sick and twisted, Mr
of the woman cleanin? their house Wasn?t she a child they were singin? about? And if Jesus loves us black and white skin Why didn't her white mother
no good One slug to your face, no haste You're gettin' smoked like wood Nasty nigga, bloody pumps face flat On the concrete, here comes the white sheet Mr
Burbley Bronson, ?, Disco Derby I'm a modern day Ozzy Osbourne Bitin bats heads off and bustin nuts in your pop corn Wonderin how this ugly motherfucker got on The whole white
, for land in Korea Take the Lear jet flight when Thursday night, overseas Y'all fuck up it's worth they life Huh, you niggaz heard me right Ugh, for that Persian white
[Mr. Silent] My definition of a homie My dogs ain't never gonna leave me lonely Straight riders, we ain't no phonies My criminal styles and Mr. Capone
done it, caused by the trouble he's a brewin' and the NAACP can't win if the white man stick with nigger hatin' me. Hey Mr. President what'd ya say? When are we whites
Hes caused by the trouble hes brewing And the NAACP Cant win if the white man stick With nigger haten me! Hey, Mr. President, what do you say? When are we whites
right!!! K: Yeah, ok, a yagga yagga yagga yagga yo yo!!! B: Lord have mercy [Kardinal Offishall] Huh! Yeah! A yagga yagga yagga yo yo yo It's Mr. Kardinal
can make it right for us We can make it right for us (This for everybody that been through the struggle) Stead of treated, we get tricked (Black, white
So, you fall in a slump and get all emotional So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings Confused as fuck cause now your music sucks dick Mr. Mr
so closely together Alarmingly dependent on technology I was raised as a child to keep me one Trying to outrun white noise from my tv keeps me numb Mr
