, I'm a cannibal And a necrophiliac too I make bracelets out of bodies And coffee drums made with flesh Organs frying in my kitchen And the skin of your chest is my
morning, Sex in the morning It?s in the morning I wanna touch It?s in the morning I wanna love you It?s in the morning no interruptions Sex in the morning, Sex
by side Pigs will fly Little one Pigs will fly I don't know what it is That gives me that empty feeling A feeling that can't be filled With sex, food or coffee
You gotta move with urgency, assert with certainty Ask me if I'm set to serve, I say, certainly Higher than the kite, I'm high off life At the height of my
different Got a cook and a girl to bring the tray for you You're hearin' this 'cause somebody pushed play for you My head is poundin' now and my hands are shakin' To keep my
laid on his back with his paws in the air And he wanted to play And he wanted to play with me But I was dealing with this, dealing with that Righting
motel, now they serve biscuits and T-shirts I bring my own tea bag, I don't trust the coffee But the biscuits are delicious, they come eight to a plate With
morning find myself again alone and then and then I fix myself my breakfast in my kitchen on my own and then and then I take the coffee with me and
, that I'm taxin all these hoes And these hoes won't ride wit me... But these hoes can't ride fo' free They wanna have sex with me But girl my dick ain
by Moses Our friendship's diseased, unfeasible, hopeless No reasonable answers to my question of focus, Caused my tension Nothing made sense when you replied with
without my menthols Damn cable TV got me trapped in Girls actin' dumb and cops beatin' black men Overfill, overkill, tryin' to deal Call the toll free and order my
killed the cat but liquor helped me build back all of the confidence stripped intrigued by the fact that she could fuck, shower and bounce out my house like that left me sleepin with my
and I never seen Peyote here in my jurisdiction. Never used a needle but I know about the sweats cause I'm addicted to coffee, cigarettes and probably sex
my stuper, Start my day off with an angel, wreck her morning with a loser. i'm true to the game, don't know the rules to the game. ruin my shoes stompin
for all the boys Electric girls with worn down toys Makin' up, breakin' up, what do you care Oh what do you care? I take my twist with a shout A coffee shop with
, The mother fuckers hate me and I know that they do, Because they have to get to work when my ass come through, And if you, Spit in my food Imma kill
, yeah, yeah, yeah Dorothy was an angel, we gave her that name Princess penetration, yeah, the goddess from the fourth floor With her coffee and crisps, sex
my front door What do they think my knocker's for? If they don't come soon there won't be any more What can the matter be? I wash my clothes with lux