My god sits in the back of the limousine. My god comes in a wrapper of cellophane. My god pouts on the cover of the magazine. My god's a shallow little bitch trying to make the scene. . I have ar
Ice, shock, tremble in my chains. Waiting for your hands to light me up again!. Tick, tock, longing for the pain. Plug me in, turn me on, connect me to the mains!. (Shock me) Shock, shock, I want
. "Yo", "Yes y'all", the people that spoke were never provoked. And now it's tumblin' down, freedom of speech for each. Now how that sound? Try to stop me from sayin' what I want to say. My funky rhyme