It isn't always the cream
that rises to the top,
sometimes it's the scrum.
Some times it's the slop
that makes the piggies come.
Get your sorry *** out of here,
bye now, so long.
Is Fear when you don't have Love?
And in the end, it's not about
how you do it,
any more than how you don't.
Which hand's got what,
get your sorry *** out of here.
Bye now, so long.
Fear? What's left to be afraid of,
What haven't I done been ****** over by?
God have mercy on me,
give me some of your sweet mercy,
have some mercy on me.
Lord you know it ain't right.
If this is foreplay, gimme more play... (69).
I can't wait to see what happens next!
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Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 1:35 AM UTC
It isn't always the cream
that rises to the top,
sometimes it's the scrum.
Some times it's the slop
that makes the piggies come.
Get your sorry *** out of here,
bye now, so long.
Is Fear when you don't have Love?
And in the end, it's not about
how you do it,
any more than how you don't.
Which hand's got what,
get your sorry *** out of here.
Bye now, so long.
Fear? What's left to be afraid of,
What haven't I done been ****** over by?
God have mercy on me,
give me some of your sweet mercy,
have some mercy on me.
Lord you know it ain't right.
If this is foreplay, gimme more play... (69).
I can't wait to see what happens next!
© 2000
All Rights Reserved
an oldie but a goodie
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