holdin' up the Gods up in the armored truck Ten years later son 280 on the weight tip He throwin' up six plates plus he studied Matrix He's a wally horse
out start buggin out Thugs out, tuck the heats in you fuckin seats Honeys suckin me, sweets Do a 90 in the jeep Red glorious, might stand victorious A hundred story high in story
'm breathing Everything I speak but now they're charging for oxygen And the bills due next week, I'll be a day late and a buck short Story of my life,
on all my foes Mr. Shadow be the one that be killing mothafuckas Like told shove em all in holes Like a ghost i'ma hauncha mothafuckas make the stories
I lyricly slay Bring it on all my foes Mr. Shadow be the one killing mothafuckas Like told shove em all in holes Lke a ghost i'ma hauncha mothafuckas make the stories
do For I will relate the matchless tale of bold jack donahue. Come all you sons of liberty and everyone besides I'll sing to you a story that will fill
My name is Jan the gypsy I travel the land There are no chains about me I am, me own man I can tell a fair old story which I'm sure ain't no surprise
the blues (It's all because of you) It's all because of you (I've got 'em, I've got 'em) And those freaky things you do (Let me tell you a story) As
Heavy convulsion construction in your stomach tucked in Leave you with Maalox and Castor oil of toxic waste Your area's vacant with where house aroma Cat turds and horse
In the winter lies a naked man. With a horse and a gun. I shall never see his face again, Cause I am done. Now boy, you know the story. Fight and
a cup of tea for two An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth Or a cup of tea for two Again so, we relive the story Same old story, man after man And
swimming closer inside Lake Morena Still get no rain from the sky Men were firing cannons Hoping smoke might tear an angel's eyes Heard the stories of
handle my business What do you know, a freak's in my reach Threw her on the flo', stuck it in her deep She's screamin' and she's screamin' and she's screamin', gettin' horse
Folks, here's a story about Minnie the Moocher She was a red hot hoochie-koocher She was the roughest, toughest frail But Minnie had a heart as big as
is to ride In a one horse open sleigh Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleigh A day
say goodbye The story ends, as stories do Reality steps into view No longer living life in paradise Of fairy tales, no She spoke about happy endings, of stories
Hearts of fire Streets of stone Modern warriors Saddle iron horses of chrome Taste the wild, lick the wind Like something they never saw before Their
Listen, children, to a story That was written long ago About a Kingdom on a mountain And a valley folk down below On the mountain was a treasure Buried