Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
sister, smart as Bobby Fischer Still, I couldn't get arrested Though I've got more hooks than Madonna got looks Just like that AC/DC song Come on baby, shake me
and enterprisin' I'm super lyrical, a brain boosts the chemicals That's used contenicals inside of my mental projectable Just call me Baby Jesus cuz lately niggaz is praisin' me
, snake bite, anaconda A man of honor would wanna match my persona Sometimes rhymin' I blow my own mind like Nirvana Comma and go the whole nine like Madonna
Who pick up on his bread crumb sins And there are no sins inside the gates of Eden At dawn my lover comes to me And tells me of her dreams With no attempts
fear Humanity reduced to a sexual commodity, objectification Pretty faces, molded imagery Damn they drop the dirty mack demands She's more than booty to me, bypass her sexuality Tradition, your sexism is what you want me
they're all dimes to me Bumping Ron Isley in the truck with the tree Getting high hoping this ugly bitch will fuck me [Chorus] Now you look like Madonna
do anything they wish to do but die And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden At dawn my lover comes to me and tells me of her dreams With no
madonna I don't, don't care if it's not right To have your arms around me I want to feel what it's like Take all of you inside me In your eyes Forbidden
can And no nigga want Fuck with me Play with me, no Cuz I Got meet, fo sho, And I, got these, To blow, fo sho, Come up Now if you feel me, put your guns
like me? Exactly like me? Exactly like me? Exactly like me? Exactly like me? Exactly like me? Exactly like me? Exactly like me? Exactly like me? Exactly like me? Exactly like me? Exactly like me
me Heal me My dear Brena So vulnerable But it's alright Heal me Heal me My dear Brena Show me lonely and Show me openings To lead me closer to you My
) Under deadly nightshade Still warmed with the kill's afterglow Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me (Beneath the stars taste the death in me) Bequeath to me
Bronco Room 190 after Nico Yeah I sip moe In resteraunt-es call me Shaunta The black pre-madonna Don't mess with me, I does what I wanna (she does
'm the last muthafucker to leave Now you can say what you want about my persona But don't let me hear you 'cause I'm gon' freak you out like Madonna
the times you used to try to play me, baby My name ain't Miss Daisy, but thanks for the ride, lady Because you rode me like a hoe inside a rodeo And
I can't lock my door Oh, I don't have no privacy The only thing that's mine Is what's inside of me When I've had enough A little voice inside It