[Intro- talking] {Eminem] Shady, Aftermath (BTOV) {nate dogg] aye bitch, hey! There she goes shaking that ass on the floor Bumpin and grindin that pole
[mo] um, whassup baby I missed you today [man] you did, huh? [mo] yeah, whassup, what's wrong with you? [man] how many times did I beep you today? [
J. Kopf/M. Amselem Y' avait tant d'toiles Comme si, la nuit Avait des milliers De taches de rousseur Ces p'tits grains de beaut, charmeurs Attirs quelques
(lil jay on the track nigga..and you already know..we fin' to have the whole muthafuckin world rockin in this bitch..hey look at shawty. check her out
Frame by frame, if by drowning In your arms, in your arms Analysis Step by step, down by numbers In your arms, in your arms Analysis Frame by frame,
Where were you back in '72 Was David Bowie the man for you You died your hair blue And then you painted your dick Well all you boys really make me sick
Jack of diamonds, Jack of diamonds, take my money You can have my life of luxury You can have my precious silver, studded saddle, ohh But you can not
What dreams cause me to abandon my pillow each night Push away each of them, in fact Since there always seem to be more than one Then wake to aching stiff
Promenade --------- Lead me from tortured dreams Childhood themes of nights alone, Wipe away endless years, childhood tears as dry as stone. From seeds
(SPONGEBOB) What is fun...I...let me spell it for ya!! F is for friends who do stuff together U is for you and me N is for anywhere and anytime at all
A stove is a stove no matter where you go A patty is a patty, that's what I say A grill is a grill, this is surely so And fries should be fries, either
Gary, now I know I was wrong I messed up and now you're gone Gary, I'm sorry I neglected you Oh, I never expected you to run away And leave me feeling
talking: i like to call this little number striped sweater singing: the best time to wear a striped sweater is all the time one with a collar turtle
Hey everybody, it's good to be here at the Crusty Canteena We've got a real special show for you'll tonight Featuring my new best pal, this guy He is
What's wrong with this picture? Her eyes are like moons It's just like looking In two empty rooms She's looking so fragile As thin as an eel What's wrong
Awful plastic boots that come above her ankle Dayglo mini skirts just like a pop art spangle Digs vanilla fudge, buys lipstick by the pound Gets that '
Colors diluted by the lies And painted thick across the sky Have seen all life whither and die I gaze up at this forgery Up at this dark grim tapestry
This tha city Fram me My nigga is the grind Move to mars I'm made Can you stand the game