Uh, ohh, you then crossed the line Beware of the dog is right there on the sign You gotta muscle now, get 'em up and up Put 'em up don't drop 'em To the ceiling let, me see you get crunk bounce Ugh, it will never be another one Wit his style he' pound oh Bow Wow From the eighteenth lette
She’s gonna haunt your home and break your bones Never gonna leave your soul alone Because the things you’ve got will leave you all On your own, own She’s gonna haunt your home And break your bones Because the things you’ve got will leave you all On your own
I wanna take a minute or two and give much respect due To the man's that's made a difference in my world And although most men are hees, he flows on the down low 'Cuz I never heard about him with another girl But I don't sweat it because it's just pathetic to let it Get me involved in that he-said, she-said crowd
THERE I STAND, IN A WOOD OF TREES PALE AS IF BONES ERODED BY NEFARIOUS WINDS, HAUNTED BY THEIR BARKING ECHEES. WERE DOUBTS TO ARISE THAT GOD RETREATS SLOWLY FROM THIS WORLD WHICH UNTIL NOW RENEWED ITSELF WITH EVERY DAWN NURTURED BY HOLY BREATH: BEHOLD THOSE MOUNTAINS THE ROCKS OF WHICH TURN TO GHOSTS AND THOSE ROOTS PETRIFIED IN THIRST, VAINLY DEFYING THE OPAQUE SILENCE OF HOLLOW RIVERS, AND BURY YOUR DOUBTS IN A PROFANE GRAVE.
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