is a flower in the Master's bouquet Gathering flowers for the Master's bouquet beautiful flowers that will never decay Gathered by angels and carried away forever to bloom in the Master
Oversettelse: Wells, Kitty. Gathering Flowers For The Master Bouquet.
Oversettelse: Master Vel. Da jeg var Sperm.
[P. Diddy - talking] Ten years Yo the sun don't shine forever But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together Better now than never, business
(*gunshot*) (Ice-T) Nigga tryin', then got tied up buttnaked Squeezin' off until I fuckin' sprain my wrist Fuckin' with the master of this, jacker of
long If i had something on you I woulda did it by now Oh on the contrary, Mary Poppins, I'm mixing our studio session Down and sending it to mastering
why I address y'all, express all Big Dogg with no flaws, yiggy yes yall touch y'all from up above Show big love, kept the crippin' alive as well as the
mask 'n glove Don't let the Reverend hold your casket 'cuz We think you thinkin' These verses is curses, the only thing worse is I'm the ring master
you are the big tree We are the small axe Ready to cut you down (well sharp) To cut you down These are the words Of my master, keep on tellin' me No
arrive 16 coaches long Well, that long black train Got my baby and gone Train, train, rolling round the bend Train, train, rolling round the bend Well
on the outside of the corners that you've been Y'all, yes, yes, yes, uh Uh check this shit out though, uh well Well I flip flops and football socks
to make up special names For the food we ate, remember cereal pie? One of your favorite plates (I miss you) Well, Dame told me, tell you, he's doin' well
Nas " Yo Explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers Was years back, before Nasir would explore a career in rap As a music dude, I mastered
Created a monster with these rhymes I write Goatee metal rap, please say goodnight And here's a little something that you might not like My DJ's name is Mix Master
Well, want You to smile down On Your helpless children Smile down on Your helpless children Hey, Master, do You hear me? Say, Master, can You hear me? Hey, Master
cold In your hand lies all control on it Master then hey,when my final song is sung With Your mercy, I pray that You'll say, "Well done" Help them see
big bright golden halo Chorus: And so three cheers for my morose and grieving (creeping?) pals And now let's hear it for the tears that I've welled
wall) I'll repair for you (every nail, bolt and screw) Your washer's busted and your faucet drips all night You got some termites with a healthy appetite Well
