hit you, Tank top screamin', "Lotto, I don't fit you!" You see how far those white jokes get you Boy's like "How Vanilla Ice gonna diss you?" My motto: Fuck Lotto
RAOUL Little Lotte let her mind wander Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder of dolls or of goblins or shoes? CHRISTINE Raoul RAOUL or of riddles of frocks
I, I know your every move I've heard your every word I know you well and I've, got nothing left to prove your threats I find absurd I am your hell
Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup ultra-super powers sugar, spice and everything nice Chemical X fighting crime and the forces of evil that's what we
so many struggles They just don't stop So much raping and killing Streets they get so hot Struggle, struggle, struggle That's all your eyes say Struggle
[E-40:] I grit my teeth to keep release, kkep my fatih and hope (hope) Need to stop stressing before I have a stroke Up in lower development housin' (
MARY IF THIS IS WHAT WE ARE FIGHTING FOR, IF THIS IS THE WAY WE BEGIN, WITH THE INNOCENT DYING, THE WHOLE NATION CRYING, IF THIS IS HOW WE FIGHT OUR
Words by Philippa Boyens, translated into Quenya by David Salo, music by Howard Shore Quenya Cuiva Olorin Narendur Tira nottolya Tulta tuolya An mauya
In our ring of blood this much is true I never thought that I'd be fighting you But you stole my heart You cheated in line You weren't in my corner you
