| When arrows don't penetrate, see Cupid grabs the pistol. |
Outkast, |
Happy Valentines Day |
| The glock rounds, and lock downs, and berries. The seeds that sow get devoured by the same locusts. |
Outkast, |
Liberate |
| The unforgiven or the unwilling live a life of sinning, and expect to be as pure as an infant in the beginning. |
Outkast, |
Church |
| The way she moved reminded me of a Brown Stallion horse with skates on, smooth like a hot comb on nappy ass hair. I walked up to her and was almost paralyzed, her neck was smelling sweeter than a plate of yams with extra syrup. |
Outkast, |
SpottieOttieDopaliscious |
| I prefer my liquor dark and a mean white slut. |
Outkast, |
Tomb of The Boom |
| Silly mortals haven't got a clue. |
Outkast, |
Da Art Of Story Telling (Part 2) |
| Play with your own score sheet, become the master of your own. |
Outkast, |
Vibrate |
| In the microwave I got your favorite Stouffer's lasagna, that's how much I want you. |
Outkast, |
Mamacita |
| Let's hit the parking lot so I can sick your duck. |
Outkast, |
Da Art Of Story Telling (Part 1) |
| Cowardly lies, never defying the jackals who babble. |
Outkast, |
Liberate |
| Hoes, clothes, cars, it's who you are. |
Outkast, |
Millennium |
| True happiness is not acquired and you won't find it on sale. |
Outkast, |
Unhappy |
| I've never cheated on an of my girlfriends, well, accept that time in Japan. But that was just some head, and head don't count, right? |
Outkast, |
GOD |
| Suzy Skrew had a partner named Sasha Thumper, I remember her number like the summer. |
Outkast, |
Da Art Of Story Telling (Part 1) |
| That hoe named Betty Big Shoez, she wore them Herman Monster heels. |
Outkast, |
We Luv Deez Hoez |
| Toilet Tisha, damn we miss ya. |
Outkast, |
Toilet Tisha |
| I pledge allegiance to the streets, that's where I growed up, and make my money, cause my daddy never showed up. |
Outkast, |
Claim'n True |
| It ain't just the police, we kill each other. |
Outkast, |
Mainstream |
| You're the anchor that holds me down when my ship is sinking. |
Outkast, |
Behold A Lady |
| War, there'll be no tomorrow, but sorrow, and horror will follow the hollow hearts battle for dollars. |
Outkast, |
War |
| Your feelings you must protect, as well as your rectum. |
Outkast, |
Unhappy |
| He who lives in the upper room is never gullible. |
Outkast, |
Church |
| Man, acting as if he was the supreme being, clockin' the souls of men like he was G-O-D. |
Outkast, |
War |
| Pray to God that he don't do crack. |
Outkast, |
Question |
| Found a way to channel my anger, not to embark. |
Outkast, |
ATLiens |