collision. The fathomless descent. Deadweight world – nexus for perdition. Breeding from within – the void resurrecting. . So depraved. Peel the rotting fruit of your extinction. . A God-puppet of
bayou. Jambalaya, and a crawfish pie and a file' gumbo. 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma chère amie-o. Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh. Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou. The
gun we'll have big fun on the bayou. Well jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo. Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio. I'm gonna pick guitar fill fruit jar and be gay-o. Well son of a gun
a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou. . Jambalaya, and a crawfish pie and a file' gumbo. 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma chère amie-o. Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh. Son of a gun
. im so ashamed it made me sick. my mother's box was his salt lick. human donkey fornication. her taco is the destination. it soon became apparent. it wasnt for the dough. a genuine fiesta - at the
. Some fuckin' loot, only thing you get is the boot. To me these punk MC's is nothin' but fruit Cakes, shake they booty on stage and get head. With lyrics that I kick, talkin' that bullshit. You might
tiGun Shot. arAkon. al. Akon - Gun Shot. Anyone in the place tonight you don't wanna be a witness then walk away (Akon!!!). Cause I'm a soldier that love to fight and anyone in my path will die today