... Constantly relying on consuming to feel content But only because we lost touch with this home that we spent Trillions of dollars training for our wants and not our needs And now we've grown tired of planting bleary-eyed seeds And I'm not saying that we could do better, but given the chance w...

... Hold up, 'Bis quit foldin' up! Punch me in the chest! Make my shoulders touch! Do somethin'! At least one punchline C'mon till the meter reads 9-9-9- ty-nine percent of my fans are blonde 'Bis c'mon answer me man respond! Tell me 'bout the sun rain moon and stars Intergalatical metapho...

...d face your fate: an eternity of this before your eyes! (They are almost touching. She looks coldly into his face) CHRISTINE: This haunted face holds no horror for me now... It's in your soul that the true distortion lies... (RAOUL climbs out of the water) PHANTOM: Wait! I think, my dear, we...

...ke a paycheck, Niggas couldn't play The Game in a tapedeck. A boss never touch work if it ain't taped yet. That's how you get fucked, I practice safe sex, And I take ya boy Curtis bitch with my tongue, Lick lick lick like Shawna and have her sprung. Show her my anaconda and have her sprung, A...

...g their parents' worries. For teenagers, it is reliable network to keep in touch with their friends. They will often list their surnames, birthdays, school clubs, hobbies and other personal information. "MySpace is an easy way to reach just about everyone. I don't have all the phone numbers of my ac...

... mind its like a design is written in his head every time before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme and those mothafuckas he runs with, the kids that he signed, rediculous without even tryin how do they do it? Fort Minor M Shinoda Styles of Beyond Ryu, Takbir, Cheapshot! [-1000:00....

...t be proud of whatever she might do/ This is the first time she ever felt touched/ That didnt bring her to hush like something was being done to her/ That unscrews her/ she loosens with the booze/ Her hinge can stay bent/ addressing her dudes wounds/ Regressing to bedrooms/ where fools ignored ...