I Won't Close My Eyes Lyrics
I won't close my eyes To the sufferers plight. In a world full of sadness I won't turn off my light. Our cries for justice are shots in the dark But our strength's in our bite And not in our bark It's time to stand And shout it out loud

Lotto-

Huhhh huhhh

I'll spit a racial slur honkey sue me

This shit is a horror flick

But the black guy doesn't die in this movie

Fuckin wit Lotto dog you gotta be kiddin

That makes me believe, you really don't have an interest in livin

You think these niggas gon` feel the shit you say?

I got a better chance joinin the KKK

on some real shit though, I like you

That's why I didn't wanna have to be the one you commit suicide to

Fuck

Masama Yan Lyrics
veRsE 1: bakit mo ba pinapakeelaman mga ginagawa ko teka meron kabang alam sa mga nang yayari sakin tila panimulan na walang kahumpay humpay na kamalasan teka muna diba mayaman ang iyong ama oo nga eh bakit nag rerekalamo kpa kse unang una hind

Lotto? Call me ya leader

I feel bad that I gotta murder that dude from Leave It To Beaver

I used to like that show

now you got me in fightback mode

but oh well if u gotta go then u gotta go

I hate to do this

I would love for this shit to last

So I'll take pictures of my rear end so you won't forget my ass

and alls well that ends ok

So I'll end this shit

Wit a fuck you, but, have a nice day



B.Rabbit-

WardI Don't Wanna Go on With You Like That Lyrics
I've always said that one's enough to love Now I hear you're bragging one is not enough Something tells me you're not satisfied You got plans to make me one of four or five I guess this kind of thing's just in your blood But you won't cat

Arnold Layne Lyrics
Arnold Layne had a strange hobby Collecting clothes Moonshine washing line They suit him fine On the wall hung a tall mirror Distorted view, see through baby blue Oh, Arnold Layne It's not the same, takes two to know Two to know, two to know
ou up)

Matter fact dog, here's a pencil

Go home, write some shit, make it suspenseful

And don't come back until somethin dope hits you

Fuck it

You can take the Mic home with you

Lookin like a cyclone hit you

Tanktop screamin, "Lotto I don't fit you"

You see how far them white jokes get you

Boys like, how Vanilla Ice gone diss you?

My motto:

Fuck Lotto

I get the 7 digits from ya mother for a dollar tomorrow