like a challenge If you make me wanna call you One day I'm gonna fall through So my question for you is, Are you up for the challenge? You gotta know
the question for you Is not "What Would Jesus Do?" But where will you be When the Craig Machine comes partyin' through? And if the Lord will allow You
a tiger) Has he gotta zoo- (Genie as a goat) I'm tellin you! (All) It's a world class menagerie! (Genie as Harem Girl) *At same time as verse below* Prince
inflict questions Within questions within questions Looking in shades of green through shades of blue I trust you trust in me to mistrust you Through
Reality used to be a friend of mine Reality used to be a friend of mine Maybe 'Why?' is the question that's on you mind But reality used to be a friend
questions And you will try to answer them correctly Now, you out there in the audience can answer along with them How many feathers are on a Purdue
You know I got some questions About some dreams you had I think you forgot to mention A lemonade you hold (?) And now there's no one listening Well, just a
you don't be sayin' shit when they askin' questions A-a-and you be givin' me my space a-a-and You don't be runnin' on MySpace a-a-and You know some other
years of pain Gone away in a single day There's nothing that compares To the way you make me feel inside And I'm so glad you're my Prince charming,
best, and I'm a nympho Maniac, insaniac, I'll put you in a trance and If you party with me I always keep you dancin' Always keep you hyper, no matter
to a new dimension Where wisdom is virtue and opression [oppression?] defied In the South In the West Hear the conclusion of the ravens' quest From
I'ma give you answers to ya questions, yup Like why it's important when havin sex to use protection You a blessin, and I'll always guide you Not just
worth a 100 cash, shoppin? Balance only when hafta, hafta to swell you up Before a pea snaps me as you wet, a Vanilla Dutch Mets cap, that's Queens, I'm a
TV you forgot about me I took it upon myself to remind you 'bout me I'm back, hotter than a nigga in hell I'm back, know you sick so I'm wishin' you
in the inner icty A dark part of this town just another innoncent backwoods victim Society like to put down You can call me a boozer, or call me a loser
I'm still hot like a *** pushin' a 'bout *** My charger look like a muscle liftin' a ton You keep pickin' on me, then you picked the right one You pass
Welcome, the prince of a royal family We accept your heritage of carnage and all of the dirty dealings Heir to a throne, by all means, necessary All hail