To: Van der Waals
I don't practice Santeria
I ain't got no crystal ball
Well I had a million dollars but I, I'd spend it all
If I could find that heina and that sancho that she'd found
Well I'd pop a cap in sancho and I'd slap her down
What I really wanna know (my baby)
What I really wanna say, I can't define
Well it's love that I neeeeeed
My soul will have to wait till I get back
Find a heina of my own
Daddy's gonna love one and all
I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break
And I gotta live it out
Oh yeah un-huh
Well I swear that I, what I really wanna know (my baby)
What I really wanna say, I can't define
Got love! Make it go
My soul will have to...
What I really wanna say (my baby)
What I really wanna say, is I've got mine
And I'll make it
Yes, I'm going up
Tell sanchito that if he knows what is good for him
He best go run and hide
Daddy's got a new .45
And I won't think twice
To stick that barrel straight down sancho's throat
Believe me when I say that I got something for his punk-a**
57 posted on
12/22/2003 4:17:10 PM PST by
Lazamataz
(BadgerBadgerBadgerBadgerBadgerBadgerBadgerBadgerBadgerBadger MUSHROOM MUSHROOM.)
To: Lazamataz
You dont need no stinkin badges
You dont need no map to hell
You dont dance or eat no quiches
Youd demand a smaller cell
You dont cast no evil shadows
You dont talk no hidden trash
You blow smoke rings at the gallows
Should you hang you wouldnt thrash
So bring on the Federales
Add more bloodhounds to the pack
You dont sweat no bloody footprints
You alone can watch your back
Sanchito
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