One, two, three, four Little yellow spider, laughing at the snow Well maybe that spider knows something that I don't know 'Cause I'm goddamn cold Little
Real] This pig harassed the whole neighborhood Well this pig worked at the station This pig he killed my Homeboy so the fuckin pig, went on a vacation This pig
means it's finna storm If ya car is parked and the music is loud That means ya setting off alarms in the crowd When ya spider senses tell you that something
and high social maladjusties Sacred, numb, and boundless went to same proto called cookie Well, I was dummy to some when my tongue was cradled and my skin looks crazy Pocketbook mirror, courtesy Amy Spiders
t promote violence, I just encourage it {c'mon} I laugh at the sight of death as I fall down a cement flight of steps {ahhhhhhhh!} and land inside a bed of spider
promote violence, I just encourage it {c'mon I laugh at the sight of death As I fall down a cement flight of steps (ahhhh) And land inside a bed of spider
better driver, a safer car, baby smiling in back seat Sleeping well, no bad dreams, no paranoia Careful to all animals, never washing spiders down the
something . . . Monica: D-a-a-a-a-a-r-r-r-k-k-k W-a-a-a-t-e-r-r-r Spider: I know . . . It's not trying to say something to us at all . . . It's trying to say something to the pig John: Dark water . . . Spider
it, but they made it anyway John: They wanted to use yaks, too Pig With Wings: EE . . . EE . . . EE . . . EE Spider: What's that? John: That's the Pig
quote from Merry-Go-Round (Fischer)] Ronnie Williams: Ba-bah-bahdily Spider: Oh! John: That one again. Spider: It's a little pig . . . with wings Pig