God body, ya'll better ask somebody I was born a God I made myself a king Which means I downgraded to a human being You was born a Goddess I made you
I'm God body, ya'll better ask somebody I was born a God, I made myself a king Which means I downgraded to a human being You was born a Goddess, I made
I'm god body, ya'll better ask somebody I was born a god, I made myself a king Which means I downgraded to a human being You was born a goddess, I made
or MOP That was a phase I was caught up in the beef like a rat in a maze And my legacy will never be that of a hater Lyrical rhyme slayer wack niggas
I miss you with a passion Your new being represents a universal mean So rise like cream, black queen Unfortunately you died in my arms From a stray bullet
sambo With bad hair Be aware of what a lynch is, Be, be boundless energy Be a four star ghetto general, be no one except I Be a strong academic student, be an A
Hudson, you're my Queen To be, I'm ya King, keep ya under the wing Together we can capture the ring You the human highlight, body type, just right Hairdo
are vast O go to them, it is the vow of mine... ...danger lies ahead With you my sensual queen of natural conception That your hands find the eiderdown hard Body
when the gas taps turn? Where will you be when the bodies burn? Will you just watch as the cattle trucks roll by? Pretend it isn't happening? Turn a
Peace Camp to women only is a sensible political ploy, But if it is a demonstration of sexual exclusivity it is a sham. Aren't we seeking to destroy
to build the body and the mind She reclines nine months then finally it's time What do we find? A little grown boy a mind with a tortured soul Addicted to a
to be wise With my heart open free, brings only misery A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free Only a few chosen, rise (rise) My ghetto queen, rise (
TV screen Body counts are much more fun to watch than facts A TV queen is winning a shemale beauty contest If you do not like it, change the bloody channels
even human, im a body shaped demon With some semen in my sack And some bodys in the back And a life thats filled crap And a finger filled with hate And a
'n' Roll nurse Gimme a shot, gimme some pills I don't need a knife, I don't need a gun I gotta crown made of human skull Alright, alright Oh, baby,
or Elvis or Lenin or Marx Or Marilyn Monroe Cause it's mostly illusion In flesh and bone An image, a look, a song or a book That we all claim for our
the ribbon at the local mall A mirage for both you and us How can this be real? We love your body in that photograph Your home state sure must be proud The queen
you really saying? You ain't a human while your music's boomin anti-human I'm assumin -- if you ain't human you're a beast The white man could be the