up And you can see par 22 was lit up with the skull and bone Betchya what is known of the scroll and key Of the D.O.C. Yeah, yeah, I have a secret plan
beats with Rhythmic American poetry Shipped it to stations, now many people know of me I'm the D. into the O. and the O. into the C. and the C. into
The said it was all about knowledge And know I feel like I got most of it all Dre, Drop it! Parental discrestion is advised when the D.O.C. gets candid
will be thinking you're O.G. Smooth, wordy example of how I'm living I'm getting my prime, pumping records that'll blow your mind The D.O.C. is dope,
L for me Oh, I wish that we could stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E Watch him smile, he thinks it's Christmas Or his 5th Birthday and he thinks C-U-S-T-O-D-Y spells
to me C.O.D. Put my money on my honey....Cash on delivery Come to me baby....Come to me C.O.D. Oh come to me baby....Come to me C.O.D. 'Cause I can'
WeiA?es Jacket und weiA?e Hose Sie haben Pomenade auf dem Kopf und in der Hose Sie tragen teures Plastik und oben ohne Und das sind HorrornA¤chte in
Call of the doctor, cash on demand If you get enough rope, might even hang CHORUS: C.O.D. - care of the devil C.O.D. - the devil in me C.O.D. - care
The room is cold and has been like this for several months If I close my eyes, I can visualise everything in it Right down, right down to the broken handle
for me Oh, I wish that, we could stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E Watch him smile He thinks, it's Christmas or his fifth birthday And he thinks, C-U-S-T-O-D-
. - D.I.S.C.O. - It?s party time D.I. - D.I.S.C.O. - It?s party time D.I. - D.I.S.C.O. - It?s party time D.I. - D.I.S.C.O. - It?s party time Ski: It
I am the screaming star You don't remember I am the jone who started The fucking game I am the screaming banshee That you don't recall I am the
Do you know me I think you do From my tomb I rise each night My bone-dry lips Long for you I feed on humans My mortuary Freshly brewed As I play with
Someone left the candle burning And the Jack-O-Lantern grinned As the flames licked past it's face The tiny structure burst into a Raging inferno Killing
In the dark recesses of your little mind It's getting near my time I begin to breathe flow through your veins As the bloody rivers I am growing stronger
Children of doom And we are like We are your father no other Let me see your hands Because you are here Let me hear you scream You know what it means