life is worth I submit to live a life feeling left over I submit to live a life where i have nothing lets blame the mailman we are numbers on your frame
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a life is worth I submit to live a life feeling left over I submit to live a life where i have nothing lets blame the mailman we are numbers on your frame
into the street, 'til it's mince meat Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street This is fight music! [Bizarre] You know why my hands are so numb
to a seminar We from the only place worse then Kandahar, Now that’s kinda hard But we still like to party and hardy har Something good happens we say
d rather chill here underneath these towers But nor do I wanna go in jail and me have to look back Everytime I’m in the showers Are you mad? Ive got a number
can see you. Douse the lights! We sure are in for a show tonight In this little number we're graced by two displays of character, We've got: the
anyone know, it never ceases to amaze me how everbody's always in somebody else's buisness, looking for something, but 'cha know, for what it's worth - we
go against me, I'm WORDS, so everytime that you flow you spit me [Q-Tip] We in the asphault, you cause your last fall Insult to injury is where we
like this Like that in fact, with a fat-ass Battlecat track I'm takin caller number one, that is.. Rrrah uhh, bitch - you took too long Caller number
ты, не ты, не ты!!! давай решай,как не потерять и не оставить целуй меня,я все прощу... целуй меня,я все прощу... целуй меня,я все прощу are we
you will see i am not expensive I want you I hope you want me to submit my guest I'm mickey mickey mouse One and two and three and four We are
holding shit up Now here we go Let’s get up, get down hold up a blunt I smoke the kinda stuff that make the records go number one Cuz if at first you
one last look at the crowd I glanced down I don't believe what I'm seein' "Daddy it's me, help Mommy, her wrists are bleedin'" "But baby we're in
are you doing this?) Shut the fuck up! (You're drunk! You're never going to get away at this!) You think I give a fuck! Come on we're going for a ride
with canibus And put yours on the owner's table (here listen!) Lesson four: 'know you heard this before' Hey let me get your number; I'll call you tomorrow
carriage into the street, 'til it's mince meat Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street This is fight music! [Bizarre] You know why my hands are so numb
got her number and your hand is on the phone The weather's turned and all the lines are down The things we do for love, the things we do for love
