Search results for 'Scotch crow'

A nuff man a old John crow
Yeah
A nuff man a ole John crow
Some gyal ah

Yuh know man a ole John crow
But some gyal a dawg shi
Some gyal a real dawg

eyes
Now I see my home’s a lot further than I realized
And I watched it there
Amidst the summer snow
In a place that I belong
I don’t mind counting crows

on your toes, crooked like a broken nose
Crooked like some crows squawking on the darkened path I chose

No friends, no Benz, mo meds
Please don't call me
I

Spleen Merchant

Clutch

Blast Tyrant

2004

bone marrow protein filled
Scotch whiskey Men of Tain have come to split your skills.

Hey, hey
I got your heaven, I got your burning hell, I got it

On the third of the month
My wee bird left me
She chased after man
Who lives on the sea
Now all that I have
Is the comfort of me
In the scotch spiced

Butchers tenners hit and run like Take Off
With their winter coat
Numbers risen like hot Scotch
The ends spread though uk's chemist chewing the fingerprint

rode a dead horse and he's money was gone

Old ragged jacket
Old torn shoes
Meaning of his life became to lose
And devil whip scotch and listen

Sometimes I dine with the devil
We're feasting on crow once again
I like to dine with a bottle of wine
And a whiskey or scotch after then
Sometimes I

a vulture the snake was a rope
The raven just a crow
Frozen roses hang in the mud and the ice
I thought i knew but i know
Footsteps stir up ash and dust
We

On time new watch, yeah
Richard Millie stop-clock, yeah
She stuck on me like Scotch,yeah
Told her to wait for three knocks so
Zoom
She wanna race with

drinks, I had my wine
I'm Scotch free, until you coming over
Double dose that roller coaster
I'm pouring up while watching videos
Stargazing over city homes

Gun concealing face down I'll die

I made you a shrine from my tattered-up clothes
Head from a pumpkin scaring off the crows
Moldy decomposed while I

flight giant fallin' fallin' home
Blind eye to the mirror hidden in the smoke
to the mirror hidden in the wow
Side eye to the killer crow
Cheek turned

Josephine

DL

The Brothers [2001]

2001

escabeach style
Scotch bonnet pepper, if you want it hot or mild
Chicken foot crow cut, beef red pea soup
Serengie and G red stripped carrot juice
Break

solo
Took two shots of Old Crow
To drown my sorrows
Cops torch my body by tomorrow, oh no
Tony sold poop to Bobby from Toronto
Conor, go box Floyd on TV

my city like a vampire
A walking cliche under dressed in satire
My moods a ready ear lent over the campfire
Complexion single malt scotch in some