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I love you more every day,
My name I long for you to say.
Do you know just how I feel?
Do you know this love is real?
Sometimes I wonder what you think.
When you hear my name, do your cheeks turn pink?
Do you dream about me every night?
Wish to hug me and hold me tight?
Do you think we're meant to be?
Together forever, you and me?
These are the questions that run through my mind,
Your way into my heart, you did find.
It drives me crazy as to what I should do,
Should I risk a friendship and confess to you?
Or should I keep my feelings inside,
Keep them locked up, let them hide?
I just don't know what to do anymore,
My heart it aches, my heart it's sore.
I love you more than you could know,
And I don't want to ever let you go.
So even if I'm just a friend,
I'll always love you until the end.

So what the fuck you know about being a gangsta?
What the fuck you know about being in danger?

I'm getting used to this nuisance,
And all the fags who bad mouth this music,
It's fuckin stupid and foolish of you to think you can do this,
You cowards can't, never will, don't even try to pursue it.
I took the chance, I played the pill, I nearly died for this music.

You make me wanna run around, pulling my guns out and shit,
Your tempting me to run my mouth, and call you out on this bitch,
I heard the reason you got to beater to believe any of this,
You need to slit your wrist, get pissed and go jump off a bridge,

What? You can't see the sarcasm in the verses I spit?
What? You think I just got lucky and didn't work for this shit?
Bitch. I've been working at this ever since I was a kid,
I played a million empty shows to only family and friends.

What kind of person gets disembanded and deserves to get big?
I hate to be that person when my verse comes out of the kid's lips.
That shits as worse as it gets.
This verse is over, I quit.
Signed Charlie Scene on your girlfriend's tits.

I'm already loud maybe,
It's a little too late,
Zana is taking heads off of all the faggots who hate,
Cause I am good motherfucker and there's a price to pay,
Yeah, I am a good motherfucker and its judgment day!

If you were dead or still alive
I don't care, I don't care
Just go and leave this all behind
Cause i swear (i swear),i don't care

1.Tykkäätkö minusta?
2.Rakastatko minua?
3.Halaisitko minua?
4.Nuolisitko kanssani?
5.Vihaisitko minua?
6.Löisitkö minua?
7.Tappaistko minut?
8.Ajattelisitko minua?
9.Unohtaisitko minut?
10.Vastaisitko tähän?

Now I see that motherfuckin' writin' on the wall
When you see, J-3-T,
Thirty deep, he's down to brawl
Fuck all haters I see,
'Cause I hate that you breathe,
I see you duck,
You little punk,
You little fucking disease,
I got H.U. tatted on the front of my arms,
Boulevard, brass knuckles in the back of the car,
'Cause we drunk drive Cadillacs - we never go far,
But when you see us, motherfuckers,
Better know who we are

Pikku-Kalle oli hiekkalaatikolla leikkimässä. Kolme poikaa tuli kysymään "tietääkö Kalle mitä penis tarkoittaa ?" Pikku-Kalle meni kysymään äidiltä. Äiti ei halunnut opettaa pojalleen huonoja tapoja ja vastasi kravatti. Sitten pojat kysyivät Kallelta tietääkö hän mitä tarkoittaa homo. Kalle meni kysymään äidiltä. Äiti ei halunnut opettaa pojalleen huonoja tapoja ja sanoi sellainen poika kuin sinäkin. Pojat kysyivät seuraavaksi Kallelta mitä tarkoittaa ilotalo. Kalle kysyi taas äidiltä. Äiti ei taaskaan halunnut opettaa pojalleen huonoja tapoja ja sanoi sellainen talo kuin meilläkin. Sunnuntaina Pikku-Kalle meni äidin kanssa kirkkkoon. Kalle huomasi, että papilla oli kravatti vinossa. Kalle huusi: "Hei pappi sulla on penis vinossa !" Pappi kysyi: "Mikäs poika se sinä olet ?" Kalle vastasi: "Mä oon se homopoika sieltä ilotalosta."