Parts of a machine Modern day slavery Dehumanizing control Wasted lives fading Sick Society System Sick Society System System of survival Construction
and that's that (Oh dear.) To Ratigan To Ratigan To Ratigan, the world's greatest - [Felicia:] Meow. [Ratigan:] Oh, Felicia, my precious, my baby. Did Daddy's
enjoys Is a criminal world Where the girls are like baby-faced boys Baby-faced boys Baby face What a criminal world What a criminal, criminal What a criminal world What a criminal
got the plant that's how we solve em You got the gun, I got a plant, you got the gun, who's the criminal? Take's me to plant my seeds all across the
译文: Criminal. SSS.
译文: 迪斯尼. 世界上最大的犯罪心理.
译文: Humblebums,该. 谁是刑事.
: [Music & Lyrics: Reisenegger] Parts Of a machine modern day slavery Deshumanizing control wasted lives fading Sick Society System Sick Society System
ah) What a criminal world The boys are like baby-faced girls What a criminal girl She'll show you where to shoot your gun What a typical mother's son
; 'cause her boy's gone off to war And he's not coming home Hold my crown as we follow the sounds Ooooooooh Choking the trigger is a chore We're all criminals
[Music & Lyrics: Reisenegger] Parts Of a machine modern day slavery Deshumanizing control wasted lives fading Sick Society System Sick Society System
someon's sexual preference? or is it only in only in your fascist mind that it makes a fucking difference? whether it's bred from religion, upbringing, or stupidity, someone's
ya like me, I like you so let's do it. See I'm a playa, a pimp, so let's do it. See I'm a playa, a pimp so let's do it. See I'm a playa, a pimp so let
thing in there G in the middle of the night it get strange sister baby keep crying they want milk man but she dont give a damn she's out tricking for
this war out on the streets with me and my T.H.U.G.'s, Bitch you freeze, you under arrest, and you got the right to die, and guess who's pullin the switch
ass with a tube top Letting niggas stick they fingers all in the cock Pussy all big and wet, looking good and shit Smelling like dead fish And every week it's
too You ask me how I'm livin', this hit's for you But that's not all we got the prize A mother in a kitchen, now yo, she's dead inside Yeah, we took