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Did you think if you shout you can sort it all out You can't get your face from the blame You're no wiser, you're no wiser, even now You wish you knew

(Tell ya about Kyle's momma) (Straight outta tailer, Joe C) Kyle's Momma is a big fat bitch She's the biggest bitch I know and she stinks like shit

[50 Cent Intro] Yeah, She like it she love it, she kiss it she suck it, she want me to want it, She want to climb up on it, smile (Ha, ha)a?¦Lloyd Banks

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals) Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals) Ike willis (lead vocals) Peter wolf (keyboards

Yo, yo, what? I heard he sang a good song, yeah Yo, I heard he had a style And so, I came to see him and listen for awhile What? And there he was, this

My mate Roger got a girl pregnant when he was fourteen. He was so shit = scared he told me, and when he said that her dad was a cop I thought he was

You're the kind of girl that never puts on the brakes You're the kind of girl with those amphetamine shakes And every time I see you, you've been up for

You better make this fucking hurt Step back and take your aim Is this the right step to take? Cause if you show any doubt this will be the end of you

The silence here is deafening Pouring fuel on an open flame Something's going to break if we can't learn to bend New wounds atop of old We never seem