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M.F. Horn/M.F. Horn 2/ M.F. Horn 3 (Maynard Ferguson) · Horn to Horn [Muse] (Teddy Edwards) · Honey in the Horn/That Honey Horn Sound (Al Hirt) · Horn to Horn [Muse] (Teddy Edwards) · M.F. Horn, Vol. 3/M.F. Horn, Vols. 4-5: Live at Jimmy's (Maynard Ferguson) · Horn to Horn (Teddy Edwards) · Horn to Horn (Teddy Edwards) · M.F. Horn 3/M.F. Horn 4&5 (Maynard Ferguson) · Horn to Horn [32 Jazz] (Teddy Edwards) · Little Big Horn (Ruby Braff) – and 90 other albums »


soldier, timeless, through and through
I?m a horse soldier, eternal, through and through

I's with Custer and the 7th in ?76 or ?77 
Scalped at Little Big
stop it
They might got muscle but they got no logic
And I got a big heart by the size of a lion
Five minus four, girl, without even tryin'

Now stir that
(chaa)
I got more bottles, than new born babys, for youporn ladies
I want you drink up till you horn crazy and rape me (chaa)
Till I'm lazy and achey
down
And destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage
But it just wasn't enough to change my heart
Now everything's a little upside down
tell you this man, I don't roll that way, no way
I take the bull straight by the horns
I grab the rose and I cut the thorns
'Cause I was born to roll
even deader

There’s a little folk singer who has run out of chords
Like a big bad lion who has lost its roar
Coming in like a lamb-chop
At which
lucky

People see me all the time
And they just can't remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas
Images and distorted facts
Even you,
cruisin' in the slow lane
Brothers in the fast lane seem to have no brain
He's in the cocaine white Maserati
With the big engine and the kitted out body
A White Robe
And They Were Told To Wait A Little Longer
Seal VI
There Was A Great Earthquake And The Sun Turned To Black
I Saw The Whole Moon Turn Blood Red
at menus in Olde English verse
"Ode to a burger" by Keats at his worst
The hissing of omelettes the breaking of legs
Don't shoot till you see the whites
Everybody MC Serch! 

Black cat is bad luck, bad guys wear black 
Musta been a white guy who started all that 
(Make the Gas Face!) For those little white
the white horse, but toot my own horn
Sleep

You've been shedding too much light, lu (dumb it down)
You make'em wanna do right, lu (dumb it down)
They're
snort the white horse
But toot my own horn

You been shedding too much light Lu
(Dumb it down)
You're makin' 'em wanna do right Lu
(Dumb it down)
They're
at menus in Olde English verse
"Ode to a burger" by Keats at his worst
The hissing of omelettes the breaking of legs
Don't shoot till you see the whites
onions on sauteed fish
Little Royal, candle and one big kiss
You my pumpkin and my 'nilla custard, you cussed me out
When you found condoms laying in my
heads and ten horns is me!
The hologram!
Travel I through space portals
My soul cannot be imprisoned or trapped by mere mortals
Torture them!
With
at menus in Olde English verse
"Ode to a burger" by Keats at his worst
The hissing of omelettes the breaking of legs
Don't shoot till you see the whites
the white horse, but toot my own horn
Sleep

You've been shedding too much light, lu (dumb it down)
You make'em wanna do right, lu (dumb it down)
They're
as the loving heathen do. 

Colours I've none dark or light, red, white or blue. 
Cold is my touch (freezing). 

Summoned by name - I am the overseer over
a movie where George Bush had a bearded man on his squad,
So much power from oil money that poor folks can't sit by him,
No problem, Osama, Bin Laden, Been
Deep consequence, when you seek sleek ornaments
You get caught, rode the white horse and can't get off
Big dogs that trick off just get sent off
They
deal with little straps
Strictly big guns when it comes to ripping tracks
I ain't sweating sales, dub this for your crew
'cause once they hear the rhymes
with white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your little wifee over help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggas freeze when I step up in
the horn
Rappers they follow, like little Children of the Corn
Vegetables, at the table like the Huxtables
Sit at the table 'til you finish all your
is on my born day
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past