Bottle... Red Tongue, This Nights No Fun. Dry Cough From Those Deadly Cancer Sticks. Suffering Only You, I Cant Believe I'm Scared To Lay a Kiss On
Once I dreamt love would set me free Warm as a kiss blowing on the breeze Your love is a vicious game I'll never be, never be, never be free again You
a hypnotizing sound A deadly game A mind to tame A deadly kiss Eternal bliss You put me in a state of trance Seduce me like a cobra Could it be our
deadly lips Your kiss, your kiss will be the ultimate Your kiss, your kiss I can't get over it Your kiss, your kiss will be the ultimate Your kiss,
bad for me I clearly get it I don't see how something good could come from loving you The death of me must be your mission Cause with every hug and kiss
a hot August night And you were lonesome As a jukebox But deadly just the same I could be as gentle as a newborn Then spit into the eye of a hurricane
praying for you Oh I could hear my cry Echoes resonate at night My body's paralysed - By this devilish rite Bewitched by a temptation Bewitched by a spell Kiss
hommies tell me be tough but I could not get enough We made a connection you see not sexually but deeper than oceans and seas See you can?t be afraid to be
: Every day is a struggle how to hustle some doe If you was raised in the hood well then you already know It be days it be good but mostly money be slow
make sure you remember this My lifestyle remix; 'Kiss, Joe Cracks and Remi-nisce [Chorus] Y'all wanna live my lifestyle Never seen a brick never seen a
the orpse, who can it be waiting, standing in remorse, could it be a victim stabbed by a knife in the knight or a lonely lover or a suicided wife. Refrain
the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the basement I walk the block with a halo and a stick poking your patience Ya'll catch a 30 second flash
clearly get it I don't see how something good could come from lovin' you the death of me must be your mission cause with every hug and kiss you're snatching a
action I saw the caption a giant shadow of a robotic contraction I turned around and shocking scene A technicology supreme object a low logic could possible
another medley Twist it up like Ragu with spaghetti First in a deadly array of influence A firm is a faux term, learn how we do this Few could pursue it, avoid kissing
high if you even got the G Code To get exposed like a bunch of crack fiends Yeah, you lack rap, but really who don't Yeah, you could do it, but really
a pad (uhh, check it, check it, check it!!!) I shot ya! *repeat* I shot ya! (uhh) I got ya strap to the stagin Trapped in a cagin, toe kissin a Cajun