What is this thing called love? I saw you there one wonderful day You took my heart and threw it away That's why I ask the lord in heaven above This funny thing called love? Just who can solve its mystery? Why should it make a fool of me?

the leader of the pack now he's gone Mm--"Is she really going out with him? "Well, there she is, Let's ask her" "Betty, is that Jimmy's ring you're wearing?" "Gee, it must be great riding with him" "Is he picking you up after school today?" "By the way,

Wearing a mask familiar A god forced himself on you Raping and impregnating Causing the exile of your life Since he made you bleed, so violently Painful is the kick Inside it makes you so sick The blood that drips down your thigh

Finding strength to call and ask her Roller coaster, favorite ride Let me kiss you one last time I had that dream About you again Where I wait outside Until you let me in And now I'm breathing deeply, walking backwards Breathing deeply, walking backwards

I'm prolly not what you thought Guess I don't know what to say I leave it all on the stage Look, people ask me what the future is All I know is I'll be doin' this All I know is things are moving quick That's convenient for me 'cause that’s how I live Now

(Say it isn't) Say it isn't so (Stop, say it isn't) (It isn't so) I say it isn't so (It isn't so) said it isn't so (It isn't so) oh no Say it isn't so painful to tell me that you're dissatisfied Last time I asked you I really got a lame excuse

I told you when I found you Is love that you fed by Perversion and pain Seems like forever and a day If my intentions are misunderstood Please be kind I've done all I should I won't ask of you What I would not do

Before I say goodbye I'd like to say good day And I hope you say "good buy" When they ask was it worth for you to pay For my music, for pressin' play For all the stress that went into my songs My love and hate The most honest I could be with you to date

I'm into it I mean, if you're into it, I'm into it This couch is getting smaller, but it's my favorite place Don't even ask the question, you know what I'm gonna say Whatever trouble that you're thinking, I could get into it I see a king-sized bed in the

The rhymes he say have no particular order Go 'head bite his rhymes if you think that you oughtta Hold your breath, MC's, my rhyme's underwater. We'd like to ask now that all passengers please hold Their breath, as we take you through an underwater hip