I was getting worried I may not become a grandfather, but the Lord has blessed me.
Is it my sweat that's no longer sweet?
I've had tremendous success...I'm very lucky.
How can my son not be straight after all I've said and done for him?
Should I string her up or strangle her in bed, suffocate that venomous head? Or perhaps I'll just whip her to death. Listen, do me a favor, kill my wife.
Elvis was the king. No doubt about it. People like myself, Mick Jagger and all the others only followed in his footsteps.