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Pop Romantique: French Pop Classics [Import Bonus Tracks] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Pop Pop (Rickie Lee Jones) · Pop-Pop (P.C. Muñoz) · Pop Pop (Rickie Lee Jones) · Pop Party Presents: School Of Pop (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Pure Swamp Pop Gold, Vol. 5: Genuine Louisiana Swamp Pop Music (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Australian Pop Classics: Sixties Pop (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Platinum Pop [Platinum Pop] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Pop Romantique: French Pop Classics (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Beyond Good and Evil (Matt Haviland) – and 90 other albums »


Walls start closing in around you
My twins of evil
They shake you by the collarbone
Then snap your ribcage

And broken bodies in a death rock dance
Walls start closing in around you 
My twins of evil 
They shake you by the collarbone 
Then snap you by the ribcage 

And broken bodies in
a peasant
Possessed by the power that she possesses
Presented her my heart and she broke it like a profession

That's P.O.P
That's the P.O.P
Power
Walls start closing in around you
My twins of evil
They shake you by the collarbone
Then snap your ribcage

And broken bodies in a death rock
In this great catastrophe, the evils of our world collide 
You're forced to stand alone and survive 
You against the world as they conquer
I don't know who he is behind that mask
But we need him & we need him now

He's known as Bruce Wayne by day, wealthy socialite
(Gotham City, here
digger gorgeous tryna get me
I run game on a bitch, one Mississippi two Mississippi
Flint nigga in the spot til they pop one and the cops come like (woo!)
Here a track I found underneath
        Findin' beats is a treat
        An' I don't care if it top pop
        Abracadabra can't keep a tab
I'm the chick who drops sick flows fill bowls
with ill flows ill ho hell knows pantyhose holes full of No Doz
Make your earholes shit pop six Pep
two Mississippi (Yeah!)
Flint nigga in the spot
'til they pop one and the cops come like (Woo!)
Mothafuckas own a shotgun
Like a pop gun and they
hand not what I got and
(L) Strictly evil in the big box (L)
And (Cool J) It's no stoppin' when my shit knocks and
(L) Get it all baby don't stop (L)
the two by two rule, no don't be afraid, don't be afraid of it don't be afraid, it feels really good

pop your top
Flip you switch
Gonna set you off
Through
class)
Ship sinking fast
(Bon voyage)
See you at the bottom when I spot um
Grab him by the throat and say aaahuuumm I got 'em

What's up my brother?
What's
twin)
If you chose my pen that ain't me it's my evil twin
He's just a friend who pops up now and again (Evil twin)
So don't blame me, blame him (Evil
Hydraulics on the 'lac, I pop and whooly that
Now we got enough toys to knock the city back
Beef and broccoli fitted cap, he's the rockiest in rap
They
Yeah
Uh-huh
Beautiful evils
Yeah
Check me out

Crutches, crosses, caskets
Crutches, crosses, caskets
All I see is victims
My young niggas
[Intro]
What's goin on world?
It's Pop Da Brown Hornet
Chillin wit Black, Blackstreet, Chauncey
This song is dedicated to, inspired by
Brother
fucked up 
To um compare me to Jim Jones or uh Davey Koresh.
You know what I mean 
Because those where not people that where for the greater good
You
twin)
If you chose my pen that ain't me it's my evil twin
He's just a friend who pops up now and again (Evil twin)
So don't blame me, blame him (Evil
cooperating with God
By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior
And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We'll see you next time
Um, I said, the party isn't over
We can still dance, but I don't have no rhythm
So fucking take a chance with me

The party isn't over, we can still
'point-o-view!

Evil prince:
Sho' nuff! um-hmm! yeah! you a wise ol' mammy! where you fum, 'rijnlyy?

Thing-fish:
Why...uh...saint loomis!

Evil prince:
Goddam! I
dich um

Wir sind Popcorn, Popcorn, Pop in ner Tüte
Und egal wo wir sind, wir verstehen uns blind
Wir sind Popcorn, Popcorn zwischen den Stühlen
Und
made 
Into brown gravy for supper Sunday 

They got 50 pound bags of chicken nuggets 
They got yummy yogurt by the bucket. 
Shelves and shelves
(Money) the root of all evil
Deceiving cause even my closest people tryin' to get me for my (money)
'Cause envy breeds jealousy, jealousy breeds hate

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