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Deathwish (Christian Death) · My Lady Don't Love My Lady (Bryan Lee) · Lady Lady Pt.1 (2 Tracks) (Mark Joseph) · Lady Lady, Pt. 2 (Mark Joseph) · Presents Jesus Life for Childrens Under 12 Inches (Kid Loco) · Grand 12 Inches, Vol. 2 (Ben Liebrand) · Big 12 Inches: Groovin' You (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Big 12 Inches: So Excited (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Grand 12 Inches, Vol. 5 (Ben Liebrand) · The Seven Inches (Lifetime) – and 90 other albums »


were scarce a finger's length
And thick and nimble was his knee
Between his eyes a flee could go
Between his shoulders were inches three

[Chorus]
Frightened and bewildered, not making any sense
Dazzled by the virgin's radiance

And the icons in the church crying tears of blood
The water in the wells
intravenous
It’s war and we fighting for inches and millimetres
Try to stall the progress by killing off all the leaders
If we don’t give them martyrs no
The circle of bones has been sealed,
Prepared for these most ancient rites.
Three virgin cunts arrested by chains,
Gut them like pigs,
Let their
know they mean no good
For I dreamed that my bower was full of red swine
And my bride's bed full of blood

He asked is Lady Margaret in her room
Or is
[Benzino]
Ladies and gentlemen, right now
We want to bring forth to the stage
A very special guest
The undisputed Made Men

[Antonio Twice Thou]
Ayo
n****
Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers

Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be
struggle to juggle the shit
Family life and the music game don't easily fit

My lady wants me home, sayin' rap tour three rap whores
And scores
rawhide, hardworkin',
Blood sweatin', Hollerin', your world wreckin'
Ladies of eighty three
Ladies you want to be
We're not the first but that matters
"Can't ya diggit Honey?" 
"Rated XXX" 

For the ladies one hundred and ninety five pounds of beef 
Chinky eyes curly hair and gold teeth
"Can't ya diggit, Honey?"
"Rated XXX"

For the ladies, one hundred and ninety-five pounds of beef,
Chinky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth,
Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious
several inches

I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make
Lady Margret was standing in her own room door
A comb in her long, yellow hair
When, who did she spy but sweet William and his bride
uplands airy,
Listening, whispers "'tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott."

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay,
She has heard
delegates and panelists all representin they nationalism
And the battle inches on, every section separated
By eth-nic features decorated veterans deliverin
And all that time that 187 was on my mind 
Shot the man in cold blood 
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by 
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see
the reaper weary, 
Piling sheaves in uplands airy, 
Listening, whispers "'tis the fairy 
The Lady of Shalott." 

There she weaves by night and day
mall everyday, nigga, I stay fly
26 inches, yeah, I'm sittin' up high
And I'ma keep it hood, homie, dat's no lie

Not day goes by, that I ain't high
Hit
and think 
I lose myself in a cradle of a sadistic hate
I slowly shake
It rings in my blood, and I salivate 
Like a chorus of cats in heat,
For
baby baby make the ladies come quick, 
The money can't fit in my pockets but I bet that gun fit, 
And I'm so unfit cos all I eat is rappers,
lady luck will hear my wish's
Instead of treatin me like a stranger
And Mr.Death plucks my people one by one
It's a cold world, and i'm one of the last
you in disguise 
All rise I am getting by no lies I am getting high 
I am not worried about the next you can bet 
I will get mine my old lady got
seven inches four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly
Beat up and battered, they pull me out
I watch
Ja Rule, Chuck B-more
Every thug needs a lady
And every thug needs a down ass bitch, huh, feel me
Every thug needs a lady
Baby I'm convinced, you