, should've been there, Should've been there, should've been there, ah ah, Should've been there, should've been there Every game played, has a winner, And every sin made has a hundred sinners
there's so many hundred things To talk about, making us laugh Just like a Shakespeare revolution Please organize our spiritual evolution So that you'll feel
time" A yo, I'm livin' in the ghetto and I'm tryin' to survive At the same time a nigga rolling by in a five Cant find a drive for a 9 ta 5 It's like
ain't a hell of a lot I can do for you But if you want to see heaven's door Make out a check for five hundred or more "Send me your money" Do you hear
start the trigga play I had to spank a nigga believin' what a bitch say Like K.C., I don't play, spin a nigga bin everyday A hundred round drum on the
thing You make me want to laugh, you make me want to cry When I stroke your head I feel a hundred heartbeats high Ooh, pink thing hundred heartbeats high Ooh, pink thing hundred
the police scanners By any means I'm a get these papers Ride with a nigga or catch these vapours Smooth melodic, cool water with butters on Got beef with a
a time when a peaceful settlement was a possibility, Thatcher personally ordered the sinking of the General Belgrado Killing over three hundred men And
, what I wanna know, yo, I'm a rapper turned rock star What, what, what, what, I'm a rapper turned rock star Yo, yo, yo I'm a rapper turned rock star, in a
me a hundred dollars. Then I'll make a phone call. [Roxie Hart] A hundred dollars? Will you just... I mean, it seems pretty stiff for a phone call. [
Midgard, over MA?rkvedens indre sal Svever der en nattens ravn, som hungrer for mer drap [English translation:] [The raid of the nightraven] Standing in a misty forest feeling a
power I'll die in an hour A killa I shot a man dead I'm a sinner *POINT BLANC* Come enter the mental chambers of a psychopathic killa Tormented sinner on a
Speedo Make a blast like a torpedo Deep like Captain Nemo I brings the primo My life will be nitro large, jumbo Your shit be itty bitty bitty bitty micro In your ass like a
only way out There's a pistol in a pawn shop window Made of cold, blue steel She took it home to find out How warm a little mercy could feel God knows
parted, into these straight at the narrow gate, but why that's a road to destruction and hate What you thought life was a sport? A game? One hundred
feel immortal here The cause is where they call you here The government extort you here Yeah, your own loved ones'll cross you here And of course, being a
the only way out There's a pistol in a pawn shop window Made of cold, blue steel She took it home to find out How warm a little mercy could feel God
of a fascist dictator. It was a callous and savage piece of electioneering Designed to cover up horrific domestic problems. At a time when a peaceful
