This puzzle's dead inside Missing pieces growing eyes Mystery Little girls severity, little boys beggin' mercy Sticks break on me, cost of life at 23
you are the one whom the media sings Soon you will see the color of your wings Superior race, professional hate You lost your chance, too little too
, them *****z they toy soldiers Oh, that boy colder than Hova unless he sober Like I'm the president, but this ain't the takeover Now, there's the speaker, bring your ears a little
niggaz they toy soldiers Oh, that boy colder than Hova unless he sober Like I'm the president, but this ain't the takeover Now, there's the speaker, bring your ears a little
Bm g d a You're little miss understanding yeah you're little miss understanding yeah Bm g d a You're little miss understanding yeah you're little
it don't mean a thing there Warlock bought her, animal's little daughter smiling in spite that she's a spy while she's singing, an insect stinging glowing, winging
Put a little Devil in the bronco steed And poisoned the feet of the centipede The rattlesnake bites you the scorpion stings The mosquito delights you with his buzzing wings
an unidentified flying object Turn you into an unidentified frying carcus The smell of raw flesh make you nauseous Acidest arsonist, burnin' your bones to carbon and phosphorus My metaphors sting
hype man, tarantula They both prey on grasshoppers, beetles and flies And they all become instant meals the moment it dies What costs little, is a little
and you climb on in Then you're wrapped up oh, so tightly, I don't think you feel a thing No sting of snowflakes, no kiss of angel's wings And maybe
be a boxer In the golden ring Can you punch like a south-bound freight train Tell me just one thing Can you move in a word like a humming bird's wing
and calm, But, with you, you know I have no doubts, And fear will have no sting, With your brilliant eyes and your lost and broken wing, My head upon
Stone, stoned look You're a mystery book Baby night eyes Troubled and shined I've a diamond in mind Baby night eyes You're a scorpion sting A little dragon with wings
my favorite things When the dog bites, when the bee stings When I'm feelin' sad I simply remember my favorite things And little by little, my heavy
part Shirley MacLaine The wounds of time kill you but the surgeon's knife only stings Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings In video
red fox torn by a huntsman's pack That's my soul up there There's a black-winged gull with a broken back That's my soul up there There's a little black
sting? Who'll get the stripes? Black and yellow A dangerous creature, chattering wings Flashing antennae, who is it? It buzzes fine, the bee Buzzes fine, stings
just use the wax I don't play heavy metal but i love Antrax I ain't faking Hendrix got no little wing I can make you burn but I can't make you Sting got