Sometimes it seems so clear Then the logic disappears All alone and dumb again Find it then forget again So much fucking futility Emptiness in the world
译文: 深深的伤口. 死婴.
They killed my baby, oh, God, they killed my baby (Order in the court, order in the court) I will make you pay for this you murderers (Order in the court
That nigga that's from tha Blocc, killin' up tha cog, so, nigga, shit Baby barbeque ribs and guts and ah, don't let me get too deep Fryin' baby nuts
't plugged, plus ain't no hoes over here I done dropped more dead bodies than tears Brought to life momma's worst fears Pictures of a son dying from that hot ones flying Baby
distorted earth woth Phrases I fell mazes concocting They're Not going to feel me I got Cockblocking Jumping off a bridge reg a fool i'm Cooler Than pool I'm deep deeper
Baby u had the best pussy in the world I felt my heart start TO collapse Ima hate to leave the game like that I felt another rhyme dig deep into my
honey down on the deck Eyes closed with a bullet hole dead in her breast Held her in my arms till her soul finally left I'm mad depressed, my baby was
said) I feel old (that's what I said) I been through a lot since you been gone, dead, born again torn to shreads over girls who were porcelain the cry-baby
shack on the desert, one night in a storm Amid streaks of lightnin' and loud desert thunder To a young Mexican couple, a baby was born Just as the baby
! You can't remember where it was Had this dream stopped? The snake was pale gold, glazed and shrunken We were afraid to touch it The sheets were hot dead
your life? Pour some hot sauce on me baby. Because I could go all night. Do you want it slow? Do you want it deep? Baby let me know. Cause I'm here
and plugged plus ain't no hoes over here I done dropped more dead bodies than tears Brought to life momma's worst fears Pictures of a son dyin' from that hot ones flyin' Baby
terror level is high Plus I testify, it's best you die Then find the truth deep down in a mountain of lies Downsize, I'm ousting you guys deep in the
own streets machines with bullets That hold baby missiles You Lil' Boys artificial playin' with them Lil' Pop pistols I put hoes in you so deep you see
! You can't remember where it was Had this dream stopped? The snake was pale gold Glazed and shrunken We were afraid to touch it The sheets were hot dead
