Lil' Kim Lyrics
Lil' Kim Lyrics
"Intro In A-Minor Lyrics"
Chain of Fools Lyrics
Chain, chain, chain, chain, chain, chain Chain, chain, chain, chain of fools Five long years I thought you were my man But I found out I'm just a link in your chain You got me where you want me I ain't nothing b
Chain, chain, chain, chain, chain, chain Chain, chain, chain, chain of fools Five long years I thought you were my man But I found out I'm just a link in your chain You got me where you want me I ain't nothing b
*Sound of a car driving on a busy street*
Taxi Driver: Alright, sir, which side of the
street would you like to be on.
Patron: Yeah, that one. That side right there.
Taxi Driver: Yeah, okay.
The taxi driver is heard pulling over to let the man out.
Taxi Driver: Okay, that will be four-ninety please.
Patron: Yeah, yeah, here's five dollars. Keep the change.
Taxi Driver: Oh, fuck you!
The car door slams shut and the man is heard
I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry Lyrics
Hear that lonesome whippoorwill he sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low I'm so lonesome I could cry I've never seen a night so long when time goes crawling by The moon just went behind a cloud to hide its
walking.Hear that lonesome whippoorwill he sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low I'm so lonesome I could cry I've never seen a night so long when time goes crawling by The moon just went behind a cloud to hide its
Box Office Worker: May, I help you?
Patron: Yeah, ah, can, can, I have one for Little Kim. Hardcore.
Box Office Worker: That will be ten dollars.
He hands her money and then walks through a door.
Box Office Worker: Fuckin' weirdo.
*Lil' Kim's Big Momma Thang is playing in the background*
Concession Stand Worker: Yeah, may I help you?
Patron: Yeah, ah, can I get a small order of popcorn, and
ah, ah, a large or
Murder Incorporated Lyrics
Bobby's got a gun that he keeps beneath his pillow Out on the street your chances are zero Take a look around you (come on down) It ain't too complicated You're messin' with Murder Incorporated Now you check o
der of butter and just like a lotBobby's got a gun that he keeps beneath his pillow Out on the street your chances are zero Take a look around you (come on down) It ain't too complicated You're messin' with Murder Incorporated Now you check o
of napkins please.
Concession Stand Worker: Butter? Anyway, am, will that be all?
Patron: Yeah, ah...
Concession Stand Worker: That'll be six-ninety-five.
The patron hands another bill over.
Concession Stand Worker: Ah, man, why this shit so slimey?
Patron: Huh!
The patron is then heard walking from the concession stand
into the screen room. Lil' Kim and a man are heard moaning
and having
Home Nucleonics Lyrics
Hey, You Failed Like God in Me Feasting Like Dogs, You Fucks, Get Out Of My Way I Warned You... Hey, The Fools Shall Not Be Entertained Feasting Like Gods You Fucks Are In My Way I Warned You... Fuck You
sex. Porno music is heard in the background.Hey, You Failed Like God in Me Feasting Like Dogs, You Fucks, Get Out Of My Way I Warned You... Hey, The Fools Shall Not Be Entertained Feasting Like Gods You Fucks Are In My Way I Warned You... Fuck You
The patron unzips his zipper. Five seconds later and a
splashing noise is heard as the patron begins masturbating.
Patron: Yeah. Yeah, baby. Yeah. Oh, yeah. Come on, baby.
Yeah. Yeah. Mmm. Yeah. Yeah. Kim. Come on, Kim.
Come on. Yeah. Yeah.
The moans from the screen and the splash sound from the
masturbating patron continue.
Patron: Yeah. Come on. Kim. Kim. Yeah. Yeah.