: Owww! Let's get this party started! Weavin' through the back court, glidin' to another score You've gotta shake and bake it Slide up to the referee
: (Auerk! Auerk! Auerk! Auerk!) The lord rode his serpent over boiling water Spitting up semen on his sons and daughters Suppressing a smile as he closed
you laid Prima Donnas infect your brain You need to get in someone's pants You want to hit the floor and dance Nance music's gonna get you laid Prima Donnas
: Well, it was summer at the condo when you said you had a handle On-a everything You told me Roxy was in jail, Nigel was in hell But you were getting
: Woke up in a lover's lock Penetration, toxic shock They always look better with a broken heart One man's science is another man's art Blow the pad
: Well, hey Boogieman, boogie me down I'm sick of this town and I need a way out So take me away and maybe yesterday Can be just another bad memory Oh
: When the moon's blood red and the bishop sleeps The zombies wake and the children weep It's a deadly hour for Haitian peoples The walking dead's out
: I had dinner with Coco Chanel (Did you have? Or could you tell?) Baked Alaska from Madagascar, I assume (So goes the tune, baby) Stoned (Stoned) Like
: You're so cool. You're so cool, yeah I've got a hang up for you, now (Hangover, Love) And I wanna have your first baby Well, goddamn, goddamn, back
: F.U.K., F.U.K., U.K. F.U.K., F.U.K., U.K. F.U.K., F.U.K., U.K. Fuck you, U.S.A. Well I feel alright and I'm ready to fight With my six shooter on my
: You should've told me there were vows to be broken And lies to be spoken before you ever made out with me I could've countered with a stone cold demeanor
: I thought you were so pretty, Love I thought you were a fucking queen I wanted to make love to you You felt the same, unfortunately And now my life
: It's 1998, Reagan's dead! Old man hangin' in the oval office Press the button put us all in our coffins I need a nuclear missile to soothe me Vaporize
Oh, I said, oh, alright Your new wardrobe Beneath the strobe With a bullet hole (Bullet hole) Awash in the sauna You know I wanna My Madonna (Donna) donna
Pretty women wonder Where my secret lies I'm not cute or built to suit A fashion model's size But when I try to tell them They think I'm telling lies
the very first time, on the screen tonight And when you wanna, they treat you like a primma donna Treat you like a primma donna Primma donna Primma donna Primma donna
No se quien las invento... no se quien nos hizo ese favor... tuvo que ser dios que vio al hombre tan solo y sin dudarlo penso en dos... en dos Dicen que
Some judge a man By the way he shakes a hand And if he looks a man in the eyes By the way he treats his tools The way he treats a fool And the things
