fiends. So many people who haven't got a clue what it means. Push it in, pull it out, and I'll hold you while you scream. Your body numbs, your mind
fiends. So many people who haven?t got a clue what it means. Push it in, pull it out, and I?ll hold you while you scream. Your body numbs, your mind
Fordítás: Beszélt. Át a vénák.
in their hearts as they enter the land of the living Rise frenzied lust for flesh. Your blood seeps through my chest You are the living dead. Storming
I fix my lips my mouth is like wine) (Take a sip don't be shy, tonight I wanna be your lady) (I ain't too good for your Mercedes, but first you got to
rikers I write pain Blue ink replaced the blood in my veins Thug in this game, flooded up rings Cluttered up change, quick to pop a slug in your brain
Too many reasons and too many lies Now, I'm through believin', you've opened my eyes Wounds left to heal Coldness I feel Like ice through my veins Bad
to meet the earth the rush of war flowing through their veins from which it came your fathers tried to slay me ageless, still I am your brothers fell
the smell when I got off the bus And traced it down to a canal that ran Right through the heart of the city Like an open vein full of black rotten blood
out and it's no pose 'Cause when she dances she goes and goes Beer through the nose on an inside joke And I'm so excited, I haven't spoken And she's
society's wrongs But your music and your movies turn people on It promotes certain behaviors and attitudes Symbols of ingratitude The diamonds in your chain Can't stop it from flowing through your veins
needles puncture pressure Briefly lifted the guilt from a divorce snuffing her pleasure Now you're all up in the family tree, come broken nuclear With termites corroded in your veins
he thinks is best, for him, Well... just an ordinary man... BUT, Let a woman in your life and your serenity is through, she'll redecorate your home
rust, who can I trust when niggas is cobras Yo I spoke at ya funeral, your aunt sang beautiful Ya moms so proud the way the crew came through for you
beats I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats They spoke of Fat Cat, that
boldfaced The mic is my knife, the words are my blade, cut through the musk Stand up, everybody get up, we don't need nobody standin' around Now bounce and fall, break your
you like a ghost in your home Leaving you old and crippet like them ruins in Rome Watch your body shrivel up and turn your asses to smoke Fuck your flesh
