form Atilla the Hun, school that I wrote to write Spoke for some to speak, provided cobblestone Stole to steal parone, cut the heart up out of Caesar I protect the black Madonna
out with my man [Magaldi:] Now Eva don't get carried away [Eva:] Monotony past, suburbia departed Who could ever be fond of the back of beyond? [Magaldi:] Don't hear words
out with my man Now Eva don't get carried away (Magaldi:) (Eva:) Monotony past, suburbia departed Who could ever be fond of the back of beyond? (Magaldi:) Don't hear words
bailin' out too soon? I hope we didn't, I hope we didn't wait too long I hope we didn't, I hope we didn't wait too long All that I wanted to say Words
a cigarette, so hit the deck Watch ya chin, nigga, ho-chi-min when I rock my shit When it comes to props I get lots of it I can get madonna, money, your
me We both could have died then and there Now you're telling me You're not nostalgic Then give me another word for it You who are so good with words And
word, son (Don't say a word) keep it quiet, yo, don't say a word, yo (Don't say a word) keep it quiet, son, don't say a word, yo (Don't say a word) keep
than Cabbage Patch dolls without the signature Witness your destruction, when I bust ten Men die while the ink from my pen dry Tryin to make ends by words
wait for succeeding kings And I try to harmonize with songs the lonesome sparrow sings There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden The motorcycle 'Black Madonna
Each word opposes all else but love Catana, like a Madonna, you I'll adore forevermore While the mood poses from lips made of roses Each word opposes
tonight) [Verse 5: Proof] Why you a bitch but dont choke I say the same to my momma I got Christina, Brittany with me, shit We bangin Madonna Watch her
land of the lost I'ma hit you with the funk force That makes you run your rap style back to the crack vile brotha Then strike a pose like Madonna My
' your way! Oh - why take it slow I gotta know Nothin' can stop - this thing that we got DO I HAVE TO SAY THE WORDS? Rescue me from the mire Whisper words
the word, and I will give you what you want Madonna: Time is waiting Justin: We only got 4 minutes to save the world Madonna: No hesitating Madonna:
an earthly goddess That I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul
beast on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity, she shall come for me A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life Like a poignant Madonna
diggity drops a jam and now I'm slamming like Madonna I gave a crew cut to Sinead O'Conner Your honor, I'm bad to the bone, word is born 'Cause me and
: (singing) I can't seem to make up my mind! Something about mammys Seems so sublime... That's the broadway word Used when they rhyme A song about love