So he is all you need I'm sayin' all on top of me I say I'm tryin' to mean So get your ecstasy I know it ain't no remedy You'se addicted to my pussy I
This is a stroy about a man comin' in Findin' his woman in bed with, well, listen It's 2 a.m, I'm just gettin' in, 'bout to check my message No one has
(Ron Isley - verse 1) It's 2 a.m. just getting in about to check my message no one has called but my homies and some bill collectors cellular rings
I break hearts like the west was won They call me the rattlesnake Baby I look like an outlaw Like an outlaw baby Play poker all day at the saloon You
Jamie Foxx (hook) Simply marvelous ? that?s what you are, that?s what you are, that?s what you are More than outrageous, ooh ooh, that?s what you are
My brain sometimes intends to walk away Somehow my hat seems to hold it together But if I feel like slipping away for a bit All I have to do is take my
Infectious Flesh and bone, soul to soul Orgies of the dead Left to rot, melting pot Lets infection spread Life kills life Infectious Infectious (Infectious
Don't stop, baby, let the rhythm take your body Don't stop, baby, let the music take your soul Don't stop, baby, let the rhythm take your body Don't stop
I got a new way of thinking I finally figured it out It's coming from a different perspective I wanna tell you what it's about And I'm all right now (
The word is out, this town can hardly breathe The air is filled with dust and dying dreams Attaching wings to all the sights We're making sure these buildings
Haunted by your voices feel dead and unconscious pain and hate become our process it spreads as he watches hatred is contagious hatred is contagious
I'm flying down the fast lane Doing ninety five, ninety things on my brain Don't know where the hell I'm going But I'm going after you I'm jumping on
When you're around I don't know what to do I do not think that I can wait To go over and to talk to you I do not know what I should say And I walk out
Putrescine and cadaverine The pungent twins of putridity Colorless and syrupy Biogenic amines... Putrescine and cadaverine Vapor of ornithine The stench
My beloved autopsy ward, the product of hospital architects Inspected and approved by the College of American Pathologists Adjacent to the morgue and
When unidentified remains are relinquished to our care That are so decayed and liquefied as to make diagnosis quite a chore When the putrescent canvas
The tepid carcass examinately reclines on my table Its peculiar muscular activity, rigor mortis, works in my favor Determining PMI through rigid, bone
Carbonized extremities cooked and charred Burst organs jellified simmering in boiling lard Smoking slab of blackened burnt meat Scent of immolation, sickeningly