Manson Family lyrics
Manson Family lyrics
"Talk is Cheap Lyrics"
Bologna Lyrics
My Bologna has a first name, It's O-S-C-A-R. My bologna has a second name, It's M-A-Y-E-R. Oh I love to eat it everyday, And if you ask me why say, Cause' Oscar Mayer has a way with
My Bologna has a first name, It's O-S-C-A-R. My bologna has a second name, It's M-A-Y-E-R. Oh I love to eat it everyday, And if you ask me why say, Cause' Oscar Mayer has a way with
[Tommy Wright III talking]
The number one hated, the most wanted
The all want us, the FBI, DEA, the CIA, ATF
What the fuck do y'all want?
(All you do is run your Goddamn mouth)
You don't know what you gettin' in
(..Boy you ain't finna do a Goddamn thing..)
What the fuck wrong wid you boy?
(..Goddamnit if you gon' bring it, bring it on...)
My nigga T-Roc what's up?, Destineal, whoopin' on niggas
I'll Go to the Church Again With Momma Lyrics
(Sang) I'll go to church again with momma Someday in the sweet by and by I'll go to church again with momma Up there in the chapel in the skies. (Spoken) You know when I was
[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]
Everything I say I'ma do it for real
Me and Lil Sko finna go for the kill
Niggas talk shit when I let go hit the floor
Make a hoe drop like dominoes I'ma go
Out the patio cause the po-pos at the door
Gotta lay low, I'm the man wid the say-so
Feds want mo' ah the underground pro
Still servin' junkies scalin' up the hootie hoe pajerio
Feel me hoe, I'm the one that's all in y
Serendipity Lyrics
[Narrator:] Years went by and Angels sighed Young girls laughed and old men died Lovers loved and people tried To live amongst the shadows Sunlight chased away the waste But couldn
shit[Narrator:] Years went by and Angels sighed Young girls laughed and old men died Lovers loved and people tried To live amongst the shadows Sunlight chased away the waste But couldn
You the one I'm tellin' all my niggas go an' get
Cryin' like a bitch when the thirty R six
Boutta spit sick shit just like Blair Witch
Wanted me to let the nigga look at my car
Don't wanna get killed better burn some rubber
Already took six two sent dead brothers
I wasn't raised by my mom I raised my mother
Fuck talkin' boy and back it up just like ass
You peep up on ah, meet up on ah, creep up on ah
Chorus* Behind the ghetto plains the warfare reign Must we be the bearer of bad terror the mystery behind the unexplained... Let us pound it through your brains (through your brains)
And heat up on him lookin' like I am wid long hair and a mask
I'ma mash everytime they make one dime
I'ma blast soon if they fuck wid mine
Fuck squashin take caution when you talk about Memphis
It's Tommy time and who the fuck told you different
Nigga y'all ain't the shit y'all just the piss
That come up out my dick wid Canadian Mist
Betta have a