I know I'm just the avergage girl Doesn't matter but i live in a futuristic world But I think I can use a life with you CHORUS : She is a hooker on
Lovely disguise, read between the lines You rock the magic plane with no abbreviation Read what you say and what you bought And there ain't no magic pen
Pleased to meet you, nice to know me What's the message? Will you show me? I've been waitin' a long time now Now here's the answer, you're all mine now
Don't cut out my paper heart I ain't dying anyway Take a look at eye full towers Never trust them dirty liars Sippin' lemon yellow booze Ol' leadbelly
Maybe - maybe a fool for trusting. Maybe - maybe a fool for following. The God of wisdom not of love. But I'm riding with the new church. I'm riding
He's dead and naked I'm naked too He's dead and naked At least I'm, I'm still wearing shoes Once there was an ugly woman Who was told to tell the truth
Check it We can go toe to toe with the blows to the temple (NOT) Not the Temple of Doom so make room for the Unamerican Caravan (who you down with?)
Take me, unh huh Take me, unh huh, unh huh Take me, unh huh Take me, unh huh, unh huh Take me to the church of the KLF Take me to the church of the KLF
Refugee camp, with Cypress Hill Yo, bringin' it on Cubans meet the Haitians Perfect combination, check it You say guns, I say pistolas Well, if you got
This sure is, I got that-a old crazy shit From round the corner you know The homeboys and the brothers be slangin' this shit But anyway you over there
Let me introduce myself, I'm the one who rules the set So don't you forget Bad for ya health but ya still be tryin' ta push buttons But you ain't nothin
"Esto no me gusta. Aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda Aqui yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca. Y to' mundo aqui Me sirve a mi o va pa'l carajo.
move back, yo, be real Come back, come back yeah I'm the head-hunter you goin' under Make a trophy call it the two-headed buster On my mantle back in the temple
Living in the city of the Scandalous Shisty motherfuckers can't even trust my own brothers So who can I choose to trust me that's who? Niggas want a piece
You don't wanna turn your back on me When you least expect it, I come with a wicked method I'm creepin' on ya, think bout your homeboys bleeding on ya
Bitch ass motherfucker You that pie ass nigga Stand on your own two feet bitch And the fuck you gon' buy somebody else's dick Nigga, yo, as it long enough
Break that shit off nigga Look at all the M.C.'s trying to get down But all you get is a peeled back dome cap I'm not the one to be having that shit
of the herb open up the mind Seek deep inside, tell me what you find, come on Who be the ones steppin? in the room Everybody welcome to the temple of