before Like a Libra I could teach her how to blow things like, Hurricane Rita Or what about a Cancer romance her, or dance her Sending me pictures all up in my
But the party people can't be denied, So I remember those who's on my side. (repeat chorus) Interlude 1: Mister cee cuts and scratches "scoob lover, my
Be an Arab, be a Jew Be a boxing kangaroo Beat yourself all black and blue I don't care Be a bleeder, be a cancer A hemophiliac romancer Be a crippled
preach It's a social disease It's the new moral cancer Don't think crying wolf Will give you the answer You ask for my love on the strength of a kiss
-four/seven Mc's don't fear me, I come in peace, ha Drapped in fila, or either elise Cause I'm the cool wop dancer, girlies romancer Suckers stay away I'll mess you up like cancer My
whole stack of thangs And then one day he said to himself You know a man has to change So now he a Rappa, a Sanga, a danca, a romancer Man cancer can
She's a dancer, a romancer I'm a Capricorn and she's a Cancer She saw my picture in a music magazine When she met me, said she'd get me She touched her
got the answer And all the good times Will give you cancer Alright do it again Or maybe kill ourselves but live again With the lights off do it again Oh my god, oh my
lost in the shuffle Ho thought he was a prankster Every chick he'd meet he romanced her Acting like a private dancer But the music industry hobbes, is serious as cancer
make bombs in my cellar I'm a derelict dweller I'm a potential killer I'm a street fighting dancer I'm a revolutionary romancer My rising sign is Cancer
I pressed her thigh and death smiled death, old friend death and my cock are the world I can forgive my injuries in the name of Wisdom Luxury Romance
Letting my body go, I'm dead She's got cancer, looking for the answer She's got cancer, someone romance her She's one of a kind We got cancer, looking
She's a dancer, a romancer I'm a Capricorn and she's a Cancer She saw my picture in a music magazine When she met me, said she'd get me Touched her hips
no time like the right time when the now times wearing thin for their silver tinsel dresses and their microwave skin and their cheap books of romance. I think I'll take my
Here we go (Okay everybody, step up to this) (Sing my song, step up to this) (Sing my song, step up to this) (Sing my song, step up to this) Yo Stud,
Hails to the chancers As boredom kills like cancer We need dreams For the romancers And I'm looking to you Well, the life's so lonely I need my one and
preach It's a social disease, it's the new moral cancer Don't think crying wolf will give you the answer You ask for my love on the strength of a kiss
and I'll crash this car. Do you have to make this so hard? You're so good at pretending everything is alright. You're as welcome as cancer, but my door