Vārdi:
Motel Virginia

This is the song about the time I nearly starved to death in Roanoke Virginia I woke up Wednesday morning in my little motel bed Knowing I would die the

you the world I lost the farm in Kansas along with a lot of pride Then I almost lost my life down in that West Virginia mine And that motel room in

all the people back to where they were born For a census which I'm sure they adored As we move down the line things start to get hairy God chose Joseph and a virgin

sent all the people back to where they were born For a census which I'm sure they adored As we move down the line things start to get hairy God chose joseph and a virgin

a time machine, and blast off Go to the future, catch your grandkids rapping and bump they ass off MC's get hooked, when I rain on em These rappers take my rhymes to motel

guys can find out where you live at It could have happened on March, it's never too far for the payback Fake name at the motel, same thang with the rent

It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont Street. Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing Any practiced

mystery) I would think it's plain to see [LJ] We come in the name of G-O-D, GIRLS [SX] Form a line at the hotel [LJ] No this ain't a motel Did you leave

starts to water when eatable pannies Get pushed in my face, I gotta take a taste I do all my thinking below my waist Chase Virgin girls Bad mama-jamas