over They say I ain't gonna make so this yea, I gotta show ya Man I'm on in the hood for making that barf You know block cause you first liked John Star
my parents But they was never there for me Believe in everything they feed me I'm seeing demons I wake up screaming Who believe me or was I dreaming? Five fingers
million strong you'd agree Enrollment was easy, so easy Getting out proves to be the difficulty From Land's End to John O'Groats From Land's End to John
on the street some heads are gonna tumble blades gonna flash when the street gangs clash in the avenue tonight when the lightning strikes zip gun John his finger
(Lyrics: Don Black / Music: John Berry) Diamonds are 4 ever They are all I need to please me They can stimulate and tease me The won't leave in the night
Been taken out by her daughter Because she thought she oughta The kids are eating Snickers Because they're so delicious Then there's sticky fingers And
pizza Been taken out by her daughter Because she thought she ought'a The kids are eating snickers Because they're so delicious Then there's sticky fingers
half You and your whole staff, make me laugh Hah-hah-hah, hoh, y'all, you need to sing my song With your similar features like Olivia Newton-John Damn
dogs i give em rabies They never had a chance i might chew up all their babies (Eminem: waaah!) Pope John Paul the second, brain like satan Have your
, "Viva gorditas!" Bring all your dogs - I give em rabies They never had a chance like my two aborted babies (WAAAH!) Got Pope John Paul the 2nd, prayin
darkness with mi big blunt a glow Mi hammer dem a slam and spectator get low Some bwoy coulda big like Bam Bam Biggalow Bust of trigger finger, trigger
Snapshots of blood splattering from the snuff Here - puff this here, while I figure which way, to split yo' wig Right now you as nervous, as a Farmer John
[with steve hogarth from marillion on co-lead vocals. ] - ("uncovered" show at ronnie scott's jazz club, london - 1/31/95) - john lennon and paul mccartney
into infinity. available on the fasten your seatbelts ] [live bootleg. a live version is also available on the fan club ] [christmas cd 1998. ] - john
and palm trees Hustle boobs to the roxy Rocked it properly Puttin' that work in for my city Watch me, rep world wide All for the west side Throw your three fingers
the roaches If anyone approaches We be like noches, buenos And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers R & B singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers