Lyrics:
she sank down to her
knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath, and plunged the
long blade through the middle of the package,
let the Earth make flesh
Now see from the Father, now how funky can you
Get get get get get down, the rhythm must come to such
When it's time to bust,
And the sons of Pullman Porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin'
'neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel
And mothers with their babes
me being rude
Rapid-fire zoom pans of my balls can be seen bulging in my overalls
Zamboni my semen off a Shrek DVD, spin my dick like the hammer
knee
They ran in Briana's crib and gunned her down while she was sleep
Father God, I ask you please forgive us for our sins, knowingly and unknowingly
door gonna open up gladly
Seek the Father for the family
Wondering if they understand me
Did it for God not a Grammy
He told me great I can be
Being
NBC, MTV, TNT, The BBC, DVD, VHS, DSL
A&E, XTC, MP3, FCC, THC, NRA, GOP, ADD
The fight for free speech, lack of responsibility
Thieves in positions
a forest from the florist
Zooted I don’t know where the floor is
Watch yo, mouth bro
Somebody show son where the door is
Stepped out like a God I'm Horus
and
Still he didn't get mad
Prophetic to the core
Sacrificial even more
Yahweh Elohim
Heard him call himself the door
3:16 brought fame to his name
Acts 1:8
a million, come on big shot, let's play Monopoly
[Verse 3]
He got a DVD flow
They need to give me man, Smack, his own TV show
The voice of the jails, voice
gorgeous
I got art ho's on my line, I got skater girls just
Blue faces by the ceiling, everyday it's raining racks
Wake up in the morning, everyday I'm
No I'm not myself no more
Why should I walk through the door
I said one, two, buckle my shoe
Three, four get through the door
I'm just tired of all
My mother said, "Son, that's the way it should be
Your name is Super Rhymes, you'll be an MC"
So then my father put me on a meteorite
Sent me
do
Hidden behind their doors:
Katherine Ward, embroiderer, 27: “Look at him, his eyes don’t blink...”
Cedric Ward, her son, 6: “Funny his pyjamas,
momento así que no se desesperen
Tu eres prey, y yo soy un casador
Probando diferentes flows como un catador
I pull up to your block, knock down your door
oh Son come down and deliver me from this body of half-life.
Who is with me but You?
Who is with me but You?
Only if I can dissect this nerve shall I
Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name.
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Faleena was this baby's name
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
'neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman Porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes
'neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman Porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes
And the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steam.
Mothers with their babes asleep,
Are rockin'
And the sons of Pullman Porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin'
And the sons of Pullman Porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin'
Discuss these fathers son dvd by 3 doors down Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In