Lyrics:
She's a bad mother funker
She's a human sex machine
She's a bad mother funker
She got the power to make you shake your rump
Do the bug
The latest
It doesn't mean he's been a bad machine
Sitting in the corner not keeping clean
He doesn't like to be the same
He doesn't want to play the game
It
and fly away
Upon the flood of dreams
Tasting all the good and bad
From on the serpents tree
Little ones remind us of a place we used to be
Echoes
To bad times and big machines
Oh, I got no house Lord, I got no job
Just got a worried soul
And a blue tattoo on the side of my head
Left by
OF BAD HABITS
THE PRICE OF VICE FORETOLD
ONE BY ONE THEY'LL DO YOU IN
THEY'RE BOUND TO TAKE THEIR TOLL
THE WRONG THING IS THE RIGHT THING
UNTIL YOU
to cut the grass
So if I hurt your self-esteem
And you get dissed too bad (Yo why you diss me?)
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
to cut the grass
So if I hurt your self-esteem
And you get dissed too bad (Yo why you diss me?)
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
on
come on
she was a fast machine
she kept the motor clean
she was the bast damn woman that i'd ever seen
she had the sightless eyes
tellin me no lies
the back of my head
Till its worrying machine
And in the cotton fields by the house where I was born
The leaves burn like effigies of my kin
through plastered, bloody smut
Machine Gun Preacher
How can he believe in God
Haunted by his father’s words
Unlearned his life of crime
His wife, a former
Horizon has been defeated
By the pirates of the new age
Alien casinos
Well maybe it's just time to say
The things can go bad
And make you wanna run
unemployment
Got replaced by a machine
And I'm tortured by my bad habits
Sometimes, I lose this struggle to control
And the street has its attractions
When
attention machine
I can't be there to lead you by your hand
I'm not your attention machine
You barely even care about me
I'm not your attention machine
Why am
What do you think of that?
I'm sleeping down at the laundromat,
If you should pass by,
Be sure to drop right in.
Well I don't have no clothes
Uh! Backwards!
c'mon! c'mon! c'mon! (c'mon!)
Oh no, struck by greased lightning
F'ed by the same last name, you know what?
China ain't never givin
back and forth
Building it higher, higher
This tower's learning over
I got bad coordination
Stuck a pencil in my eye
I can hardly wait to get back
Listen please
Grab your leaders by the mind
I’m pretty sure
This is what you’ll find
Well I hope your horse comes in
We’re gonna break the machine
We’re
my bad ways (real bad ass ways)
I've been a player for years, this ain't no rappers dream,
You leavin' messages, on her answering machine
I'm in
I'm building a time machine
Cuz these riffs are loops
Just bits I won't use
I'll just get distracted by pussy and money and booze
Just shit I don't need
around heard him and come down
To watch make the coal-steel ring "Lord! What a swinger!
Watch him make the coal-steel ring"
But the bad boys came up
so bad.
I can't forget
can't remember can't forget
But I can not
like a road machine - machine
make the cold-steel ring"
But the bad boss came up laughin' at John Henry
He said, "You full of vinegar now but you bout' through!
We gonna get a steam
Be yourself, boys
Let's get this show on the road
Well I'm up every morning by 6:08
Take the Volkswagen bus up the interstate
Feel Charlie
(designer, designer)
My bitches all bad (bitches all bad)
They kicking nigga doors (woohoo!)
I do it by myself (do it by myself)
I split it with the bro's
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