Lyrics:
find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
fly for my blood niggas
Middle finger up to you fuck niggas
If you a trill nigga, then fuck wit' us
Nigga dash like a speed of a bullet
Wit'
find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
going to kill you
Slowly I turn, step by step, through the back window I crept
Silent as a mouse on the set while everybody in the house slept
I
you near,
Go on and run your fingers through his hair,
Go on and lay by his side,
Go on and wrap him in your dark surrender,
And all your tender
vampire blood
Underground chud, since a kid
I finger painted in the mud, with dirty work gloves
I'm in yo' college campus corridor
You should call me Uno,
Slowly desire fills the room
Slowly I feel my soul consumed
I´m losing myself in you...
Sweetly like a lovers´ dance begins
Gently my fingers
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
I'm saving my money to buy you a rainbow a rainbow to fit on your finger
After I've gone and bought you the rainbow I'll go out and I'll buy you
the cell
And the rain's too plain to tell
All alone by a barren well
Scarecrow's only scaring himself
I've been digging the ground
Beneath the dust
And in its darkness find you by.
And so our love's not a simple thing
Nor our truths unwavering
But like the moon's pull on the tide
Our fingers touch our
The One Finger Ringer
So, until next time boys and girls, goodbye!
Cunters journey home, toodaloo, ta ta - and FUCK OFF!!
From the 'Rollercoaster
all furrowed,
And wrinkled with care.
I kiss the dear fingers,
So toil-worn for me,
Oh, God bless you and keep you,
Mother Machree.
Ev'ry sorrow
Words and music by Steven Page and Stephen Duffy
I was surprised at how incredibly fast you were
To come up and ask for a light.
I was amazed
know I'm going crazy
I must not be insane
Beware my friends as you pass by
As you are now so once was I
As I am now so you must be
Prepare my
smoke and hotels
Hood rats and bullet wound up females
Got babies by hustlers and niggas in jail
Slinging for chips the fiends with burnt finger tips
She stole my heart just by the way that she smiled
I couldn't resist so I grabbed her butt
She said what's wrong with you fool are you some kind
told Billy Ray in his red Chevrolet
I needed time for some thinking
I was just walkin' by when I looked in her eye
And I swore it was winkin'
She
as - the spinal spinning spiral splitter
And - the corkscrew cock cruncher
Plus, the fat fuckin bitch backslapper
And not forgetting - the one finger
the D to step back
Unless they be deranged, dough
Rae me fa so la ti dough
The chiza rarely do missa
Money earner isa
Barn burner
Highlighted by
land
Cause justice has been banned
So it's play dirty or die by the hand
That's holding all the guns
Plunged, deep into religion was my first
pregnant off a finger ah
Doc the code name, merging both lanes off the lot
(We can die) Yeah I'm taking full blame
I'm hard headed, cap fitted for ryhmes
I
She stole my heart just by the way that she smiled
I couldn't resist so I grabbed her butt
She said what's wrong with you fool are you some kind
I smell the fragrance
Of your hair
Feel your fingers and your breath
On my skin
When we're here alone like this
A crazy world makes perfect
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