stare while you show me the expressions it makes You see because I'm learning yes I know about your mask so I no longer have to ask "Was your face a head in the pillow case
I put out that grease fire With my face! Aw yeah, everybody was pretty jealous Of me after that I was gettin' a lot of attitude. Okay, like one time, I was
sparks it brighter But arsenic writer, often with arthritis Carpel-tunnel, Marshal with start shititis Hard-headed and hot-headed, bull-headed and pig-headed Dick-headed a brick, a
as a loon We dance upon the cemetery, underneath the moon Here I come, there I go, I'm a night walker I'm staring at you, sleeping through your window like a
a stake knife in his head. So much for that mans best friend. Know Im all up in the place in the bedroom masterbatin. Cumin on the sheets and pillow cases
Joe music As the time went on I become foolish Now your gone everything ruined But girl this is Papoose I?m on your favorite track I know your friends are in your
my side The way I growed up Showin' up Chips on my shoulder Knew about that cola When I was in a stroller Became a hauler Choppin' them boulders Gettin' older Wantin' a
to amuse me. who me, a raver? do me a favor, make like a blackhead and get out of my face crack head. each and every nominee gets a year's supply
that medicated bed taste? I replaced the sheets. I love ripping off pillow cases Breaking teeth, shoving lip glass in your little faces Like that! "
'm kinda like a blur with these words, yes I'm a wizard with these verbs running at a hundred kilometers pretty soon I'mma leave Earth Earthlings, or whatever Human beings, I'mma beast your a
blind side By a deuce and a quarter with one headlight Just then I looked him right in the face And seen two glowing eyes peering out of a pillow case
ain't non-iller than miller Wanna 1, 2 your ass no more life what you gave was tha past 'Cause ain't no future wanna milliamp your case Disgrace your face
showed me how That honey face complete with pillow case It just don't become you Did you listen when he spoke the gospel? You know St. Peter, he's a liar and you're a
for her next new face So I state my case Would you want a string of pearls 'Cause all I got you was a necklace Made of flowers from a trash can And she want a