and saw the boy and he said "Why are you following me?" The boy was frightened and said "Well, the trail you made happened to be a short And easy way
crowded/ find a whole inside ya chest/ just 4 thinkin' it's rap/ and tell that pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big gats/ Shawka say I'm shot out
got runs out, For the last time... One more thing to say, is that I'm never going back. Another thought I've thrown away just leads me to recap. Either way
.PARKER: Great! How is Edgar coming along? MEREDITH: This week's been a little rocky, dear. SHELLEY: We're trying flash cards. BAT BOY: Champs-Elysees? MEREDITH: Parthenon. BAT BOY: Great White Way
hand Call out for direction and there's no one there to steer Shout out for salvation but there's no one there to hear Cry out supplication for the maelstrom is near Scream out
another chance I just wanna know why! [Chorus:] There's no easy way out! There's no shortcut home! There's no easy way out! Giving in can't be wrong!
could never get enough Mom, I stop to holler, not to bother If you busy I'll wait out for hours I'mma stick my wait out all the way out for hours What
and direct (GET AT EM BILL!) LONG, breathe easy pop, this is Hip-Hop in the HARM WAY, we do it the war way, all day I never procrastinate (you shouldn
then on we're easy game for the powermongers. Like pathetic circus dogs we hunt out praise Or, when our true nature finds its way to the surface We hide
to attach this nut sack Shit! Fuck! I'm sawing off an elbow Looking at the meter I'm like ?Quasar and Ziphalo? Or better yet look out the fucking window
I'm in a good way on a bad day thinking of a plan a way to stay on top of it, nailin' in I have a fit if I sit, sit doin' nothin' which is what I done
never get enough Mom, I stop to holler, not to bother If you busy I'll wait out for hours I'mma stick my wait out all the way out for hours What you
Shout out for salvation But there's no one there to hear Cry out supplication For the maelstrom is near Scream out desperation But no one cares
[The Rocky Horror Picture Show Cover] I'll tell you once, won't tell you twice You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss Your apple pie don't taste too nice
I'm in a good way, on a bad day thinking of a plan a way to stay on top of it nailin' in I have a fit if I sit, sit doin' nothin' which is what I've done