a.m. Satan, can you please go to sleep?a?? I can't have girls over when the dorm smells like sterno When did room 56 become Dante's inferno? He likes
4 A.M. Satan, can you please go to sleep? I can?t have girls over when the dorm smells like sterno When did room 56 become Dante?s inferno? He likes
the accident happen But every night I see her smile as it shatters against the screams I can only imagine Dad's internal reaction Strain, inferno burning
, burn) Disco Inferno, burn that mother down (Burn, baby, burn) Disco Inferno, burn that mother down (Burn baby burn) Disco Inferno, burn that mother down (Burn baby burn) Disco Inferno
I can tell you see what you're liken' This body-ody Fought to hard and im Fadin' to blink Im feelin' like im ready to strike at This party-arty Boy im
tossed aside, [unverified] is the way we survive Cover your ears, your clothes Your eyes then look alive The most high, draw swift out the holster Rude boy
mortal final blow for every fool dispatched I'll retire in my burning inferno I would be your Indian lover I would be your Indian lover I would be your Indian lover boy
on a mission like the Sentinel 'Cause I was sent to do, murder the crew sayin' I'm merciful I wrote a few, journals in my nocturnal state Blaze like an inferno
B I don't want much, ah-ha Work for me, Work for me Don't you give up, ah-ha A to the B, from A to the B, ah-ha All my life, yeah, every boy I liked
me running around Burning up, I keep burning up 'Cause you're cool, looking hot Baby oh you're burning me up like a lot Uh, I can't control it Oh boy
You tell me not to love you But boy, all of you makes me want to You tell me not to love you And I, I only wanna hold you I only wanna sway with you
for you to go crazy Let me get right to the point, get busy boy! Punk disco, punk punk disco Yeah, I get right to the point, little busy boy Punk disco
re cool And a handsome devil too But baby trust me now You'd better turn around 'Cause otherwise you're gonna fall and hit the ground 'Cause all this spirit boy
When will you be comming around, Real men of my heart, Not a boy, whose simply a toy, No don't you even just start Coz I've had to Cue true, But that
Kneel E, an African boy with charisma A lyrical giant bigger than Lane Bryant I'm Super rhymes be Twilight Zone Warp speed true indeed Don't forget, boy
' pass the draw An' I burn baby burn like disco inferno Give brain in my car till I'm smart No concern for crashin', my name ain't Herb Art This your boy
They're gonna cut your ding-dong! Listen to Jesus, Jimmy! Jesus: Gotta give it up for Lent, boy! (Listen to Jesus, Jimmy!) Or wind up as Satan's rent boy
but depressed by my current events Kim: Yes Lord! Will: Big Will swinging the best sword What'cha flexing for, don't be testing me boy Messing with me boy