(Heaton/Sullivan) In the unlit room With my head in my hands The walls between us now seem unscalable I cannot control Anything There's weapons down beside
Man I got screwed at Backlash so I'm out here to discuss this, I won the match it was a miscarriage of justice. Everyone saw it Brock was tappin to my
Yo, yo, yo Untouchable. Spreading Jedi Thuganomics. Now I got my padawan learner. You're about to feel the burner. Cut the beat! Latino Heat, why do you
I'm about to show you I can whip a Latino, You run from me like you run from el Nino, Hot like a jalapeno stuck on an enchilada, I'm a rottweiler you
Since when did the meadowlands become a place for Mexicans? Go back to Home Depot become one of their hired hands I got plans to take away your gold waist
you're condemned I've put a spell on you the smell of death has got all over you' like a disease I'll control your mind get on your knees you won't survive
Hear it in my spirit, I've seen a heroin for myself On the street so young laying wasted Enough made it enough, crippled world I just can't bring myself
When do you know, you know, you know, you know? Do you die in sin, born again? With will to wind and wander climb Through needle neck to consent When
[Shrink] Well, so he just left?.. [Patient] See there comes a point in everyone's life Where they just start seeing things differently Or you know
J'ai couru apres le temps Il portait un manteau de pluie J'ai dechire en l'approchant Un bout de tissu et depuis C'est a minuit que ca arrive Quand vous
I had a pizza, Covered with cheese. I wrapped it all up in aluminum foil, Stuck it back in the freeze. Look at my crust now, See what I mean. It's getting
"Jeder Mensch hat seinen Platz in der Welt, und da gibt es zwei Moglichkeiten. Entweder ist man jemand (yeah)oder man ist niemand." Armani Suite, gold
Sient' ca Te voglio racconta 'e quando o' cielo s'appicciaje e o' tiempo si fermaje er' nu juorno normale comm' e tutti quanti llat ma o' destino er'
There moments trapped in time; memories of things you lost as left behind, all dreams go to hell. I'm spitting honest words and honest cries, I mourn
January eighth, two thousand and two Dear diary, I write this in hopes that the universe will finally recieve me with open arms Oh opposition, how long
It?s easier to laugh When she?s around You?ve waited for her love Too long You whisper her name Again You want to be loved And belong to her
I am the sun, and the air I am human and I need to be loved Just like everybody else does See I?ve already waited too long And all my hope is through