Lyrics:
Blood stuck in my hair
Too bad
I don't
Care
She's a witch like blair
Too bad
I don't
Care
I don't
Need no
Help
Bitch I did this by myself
Hanging
By
Linda Blair's abortion
Sitting on your fucking shelf
Trapped in full contortion
Samples shipped to the FDc
Something about its tumors makes grade-z
Feel like I'm dying
Feel like I should be dead
Feeling empty inside, okay
I don't even care
I might call my three friends Will, and Carly & Blair, okay !
with blood and carnage
And the Blair Witch commanded it all man
Cults making symbols out of deer hide
Writing on the walls say, look at me or die
I'm gone, please save the youth
Shout it out, don't hide the truth
'Cause Thatcher's kids and Blair's teenagers
They see themselves as total strangers
Ca met le blues,
Les nazes,
Et à gros gros nazes,
Gros gros blues.
Un copropriétaire,
Un drôle de pharmacien,
Sans chercher le gros blair,
Il s'en
in here
‘Cuz mi na wear jacket and tie, preach like Pastor Blair
Just maybe the disco reach bad
But mi never put mi trust inna na man, but inna God
No
met Miss Nancy Blair
We’re bound for south Australia
Haul away, you rolling king
Heave away, haul away
Haul away you'll hear me sing
We're bound for
fingers plus a mic make sick shit, Braintax,
Fuck Tony Blair like I hate George Bush,
Another seven day week, you ready for the push?
Through the eight
Todos meus mano fazendo tudo o que quiser
Cuzão vai voltar de ré
Quando tu ver esse bloco na pista
Esse bloco te assusta igual Bruxa de Blair
Tu
sostanza mi trasformerà in un chupacabras
Jo soy drago bella jungla Digital tu Eres El Diablo que JO no piede matar
Ho trovato la strega di Blair
Io che
(Yah, yah)
Deliro me piro pincho un tincho
Estoy con la BLAIR, mmm (Estoy)
Mira su chico, mmm (Me río)
No necesito el pasamontaña
Las cosas yo te las
breathe in the air
Then blame Tony Blair
Wow don’t know why am on this track
Believe that
And sorry bro your rhymes are fing whack
Fact don’t mean the good
I burn a hole through your stare
It's like your not really there
I scream and pull my own hair
I turn into Linda Blair
I swing your nose, I hit it
The ghosts of old Blair Mountain rise
The ghosts of old Blair Mountain rise
We're all under thumb
Divided we fall, united we seize it all
Enslaved by serfdom
neutrals there.
You'll either be a union man
Or a thug for J. H. Blair.
Which side are you on boys?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on boys?
a gamble on video tape
I called a disc jockey
To dedicate a song to Blair
It's the Temps singing "I'll be there"
Down at the arcade, down at the arcade
a gamble on video tape
I called a disc jockey
To dedicate a song to Blair
It's the Temps singing "I'll be there"
Down at the arcade, down at the arcade
squeeze
Triple doubles, two hoes and check please (Woo!)
They love me on my Ric Flair shit (Woo!)
In that Phantom like I'm Blair Witch (Woo!)
Who are you
As time goes by the tales grow taller
About possum in possum hollar.
As a young man I'd go a courtin'
With my sweetheart named Sally Blair
Down
the face get you 300 K
Ask Blair Knight he back makin' minimum wage
Another victim of my criminal ways
I wanna walk in the image of Christ
But that bitch
booth, blacking out
It's Con Air style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit
Comin' back I'm rich kid
Either or, you can't stop me with my
my wrist come with button holes, for real
Smokin' on the good
Killin' these hoes like Blair Underwood
Rest in peace to my daddy rabbit, I swear
äntligen lyckats bli kär,
likförbannat om jag ser en pudding,
går huvet som på Linda Blair.
Går huvet som på Linda Blair.
Gör det, gör det, gör det,
ropar
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