The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man.
The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell
The Story: All the b***h had said, all been washed in black
I was singing Saints of Los Angeles really lound, REALLY loud actually, when my sister came in the room. I sang "get it up, get it up get it up" and my sister asked what the hell I was singing. She told me the real lyrics, and I got kinda embarrased, I mean "get IT up"? That may sound a little perverted to some people XP.
5/10/2008 10:25 am
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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