Amazing Jeckel Brothers [Limited Edition]
ICP lyrics
ICP lyrics
"Rainbows Stuff Lyrics"
Uncorrected Personality Traits Lyrics
Uncorrected personality traits that seem whimsical in a child may prove to be ugly in a fully grown adult. Lack of involvement with the father, or over-involvement with the mother, can result in lack of ability to relate to
Uncorrected personality traits that seem whimsical in a child may prove to be ugly in a fully grown adult. Lack of involvement with the father, or over-involvement with the mother, can result in lack of ability to relate to
This one goes out to that special someone in my life
We all have somebody special, this is for them
I like ice cream, cherry pie and lemonade with summer breeze
I like rainbows, leafy trails, and puppy dogs with bumble bees
I like cotton candy gum, and bumper cars at carnivals
Golden skies, and hazle eyes, and sand in between my toes,
But..
Something tells me that I hate you
Lose Your Mind Lyrics
Lose your mind U know I always cook I always clean, and when you need me baby I'm always seen I give you tender love and care, wash all your clothes That's not so u can lay around these other hoes
Something tells me I must kill youLose your mind U know I always cook I always clean, and when you need me baby I'm always seen I give you tender love and care, wash all your clothes That's not so u can lay around these other hoes
You ain't shit but a slutty ass mother fucking slut
you fucking whore, I fucking hate you
I like birthday candle cakes, and titty shakes with silicone
Secret whispers, and D-Loc's sister, and apple dips, gingerbread homes
Faygo chills, they give me thrills, and nyquil pills, they make me smile
Hershey kisses, and happiness is something so bliss yet all the while
Something tells me that I hate you
Something tells me I must kill you
Suck my fuckin dick
Fuck off
Go fuck yourself you funky ass little biatch
Come on, come on (bitch)
Come on, come on (die)
Come on, come on (bitch)
I fuckin hate you
Come on, come on (bitch)
Come on, come on (die)
Come on, come on (die)
if I was you I'd slap that bitches nipple
THE BATTLE OF EPPING FORREST Lyrics
Along the Forest Road, there's hundreds of cars - luxury cars Each has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars - superscars For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out Cos they disagree on a gangland bounda
s shutAlong the Forest Road, there's hundreds of cars - luxury cars Each has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars - superscars For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out Cos they disagree on a gangland bounda
I like Shaggy, he's my friend I like his mom cause she's nice to me
Thank you J, I like you too, well its ok, were family
Raver chicks, and kung-fu flicks, and sugar sticks like lolli-pops
Allthese things, happiness brings
But my hatred for you dont stop,
Bitch.
Something tells me that I hate you
Something tells me I must kill you
(repeats until song ends)