Queen of bees you suck my life forever Weaving dreams like a fairy spider You look so sweet are you what you seem So young and bright you shine you
She looks at the world through her glasses and all she sees dirty big spot she goes out with two foreign guys and she likes it she takes her daddy's
: Queen of bees you suck my life forever Weaving dreams like a fairy spider You look so sweet are you what you seem So young and bright you shine
it simple if you can Take your partner by the hand At the club they circle around some sex goddess like vultures Flashbulbs popping Like bees around their queen
my critics will say it's a grotesque display Well, they can bite me, baby, I perform this way I might be wearin' Swiss cheese or maybe covered with bees
the fuck up? Do it I present to you, unleashed in the east Best dressed in the west, sorted in the north Without a doubt in the south The queen of queen bees
spot in my crocodile ballies, 20 bag please, 20 Deep East, I finna smoke a stanky an get high as a tree, wit my dime piece mommie, queen bees keeper
and cuffs, you was withcha girls I was in that aftermath chain, you was in pearls It was me against the world, baby girl you had dreams of startdiling The Prince of Compton meets the Queen
, Money B, oh, my mellow, Shock G The freaks of the industry And when you see us back stage, be prepared to G Well, they say that birds do it, bees do
let's get this paper! [Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo I was sitting at the table thinking How the hell do I murder these M.C.'s, sting 'em like bees My attitude
Kings from Queens from Queens come Kings We're raisin' hell like a class when the lunch bell rings The king will be praised and hell will be raised S-
Came out still on point, like the RZA rings I'm from Compton but my inkpen live in Queens Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got Killa Bees (Respect) Black
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a gypsy queen Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle all dressed in green Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle 'til the moon is blue Wiggle 'til the moon
Banjo Bonnie Laced with honey Next to the corn bees in flight They're nothing like the bee from your queen flowered teats Banjo Bonnie Father William'
May we be the next to self-incinerate and may the mustard smoke from our bones be inhaled and consumed by the king cobras and queen bees of our world
March on, worker bees Know your enemy We take our orders given by the queen We?re not the killers, we?re the worker bees If you resist us you will feel
they've been offering Mother's little yellow helpers Helpers, helpers, helpers Country club martini crew Extra olives just won't do Valium makes your soul get higher And enables fake gunfire Queen bees
