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Michael Rod

Traduction: Rod Michael. Chevalier en armure étincelante.

got 'em hot in this bitch! (So throw the water on 'em!) Here we go! [Verse 5: Lil Wayne] Chirp on the check like Michael Jeffrey Even the referee said

your back blown out (No more daddy's little girl) You a big girl now, in a world, where these niggas are foul You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan

(feat. Tila Tequila and Beau Dozier) [Tila Tequila:] B. Doz, Hot Rod, Tila, oh my god! [Hot Rod:] Yeah, let's go [Hot Rod:] I like to fuck every day

curtians, I smoke mo than Michael Irvin. Verse 6 *(Numskull)* Swervin big Lexus, throwin 40 bottles out the roof, breath about 100 proof, slammin bot-els, rod

a look around Elvis is dead for bein' fat, 500 pound Kurt Cobain's rich as fuck, he's buried in the ground Jimi Hendrix an' his amp still ain't makin' no sound Michael

Golden rod and the 4-H stone The things I brought you When I found out you had cancer of the bone Your father cried on the telephone And he drove his

Golden rod and the 4-H stone The things I brought you When I found out you had cancer of the bone Your father cried on the telephone And he drove his

Guitar CHRIS HOLMES Lead Guitar STEVE RILEY Drums and Vocals JOHNNY ROD Bass and Vocals Produced By: Blackie Lawless Mixed By: Michael Wagener for