need I've worked this hard for what I am If you don't like it you can leave Cheers: you only live one life Cheers: if you're gonna party, do it right Cheers
as she sings The six o'clock alarm would never ring But it rings and I rise Wipe the sleep out of my eyes My shaving razor's cold and it stings Cheer
a good doctor to rearrange your face I'm the Champ! [Ghostface Killah] Who want to battle the Don? I'm James Bond in the Octagon with two razors Bet
good doctor to rearrange your face I'm the Champ! [Ghostface Killah] Who want to battle the Don? I'm James Bond in the Octagon with two razors Bet cha
she sings The six o'clock alarm would never ring But it rings and I rise, wipe the sleep out of my eyes My shaving razor's cold and it stings Cheer
to And I ain't there you bitches actin like they don't care [RZA] You bitches actin like you dont care You bitches actin like you YO Razor blade
The six-o'clock alarm would never ring Once it rings and I rise Wipe the sleep out of my eyes My shaving razor's cold and it stings All: cheer up sleepy
all to hear Why rap is not a joke, for us it's a career Others try to imitate but none has come near So you see, why everybody stands up and cheer And
wide open, no stitches could save So die with your eyes open, you hope this isn't the way You end up going out, but I guess it just is I'm afraid Razors
he sings The six o'clock alarm would never ring But it rings and I rise, wipe the sleep out of my eyes My shaving razor's cold and it stings Cheer up
she singsThe six-o'clock-alarm would never endPuts it's rings and I riseWipe the sleep out of my eyesMy shaving razor's cold and it stings.Ref.:Cheer
are flavored up like a dia-BETIC I recoups, and they try to step to this Nowadays I probably have as much kids as Jerry Lewis My rhymes drip like a RAZOR
banks of eternity A page of the history it teaches Not a care, lived my life like a hurricane Leaving everything along the way in pieces Some may have cheered
Cheerful screams under the evening sun A happy family out on picnic fun Morning breeze brings the stench of death Mutilated carcasses and rotten flesh
The six o'clock alarm would never ring But it rings and we rise, wipe the sleep out of our eyes A shavin' razor's cold and it's sting Cheer up, sleepy
As she sings The six o'clock alarm would never ring But it rings and I arise Wipe the sleep out of my eyes My shaving razors cold and it stings Cheer
smiles, when they're dead. Psychology of fear, the agony and ecstasy makes death stomp and cheer, it's taunting me, it's taunting me. Argument, indecision
