Drive the fist into your face and blacken your eye Unearthly sounds rumble guts and stomp your insides Riffs have come, your fate is sung, don't even
译文: 高风云. 银背.
way I can't hit that border too soon Running hard out of Muskrat Flats It was sixty days or double life Hail on my back like a shotgun blast High wind
days (let's do it again) High rights, low lefts, even stevens and fades (do it a) Troops, Lottos, and BK's, those was the days (let's do it again) High
, man Stop it, man, stop it, man I can't fucking take it, hahahahah Come on, man haha haha There's no ouhahahat Showed up at your high school prom With
on Jacob's ladder And one foot in the fire And it all goes down in your mind Living at the bottom of the stairs in your life Never a smile knocking on
-Bush Fire arms till you no longer breather black Make it hot, standin' on the corner wit the G-Pack Look at me lampin' in defiance wit my seats back
need I heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men And it wasn't any difference to me Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade House on fire, debts
hot sunshine On my back I started singin' To the rythm of the city noise Yeah yeah yeah Well I was knockin' Opportunity right on its head In my silver
question them: "Treason!" Look back - watch the pages of history burn Our Devil has two wings (both left wing and right) They carry him far on this
there wasn't any need Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men Wasn't any difference to me Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade House on fire
my freestyles as a hobby I pick apart monkey brains and spread disease through hot zones My cameos on promos seem strange like someone's not home Bigg Jus the outsider rain on
Okay, I remember the days, high rights, low lefts Even Stevens and fades, troops, Lottos, and B K's Those was the days, high tech boots spray painted
, like a broom Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef So step back, to the lab at, high velocity
band on the Titanic Singing nearer my God to thee And the iceberg's on the starboard bow Won't you dance with me Come on Yeah the dance band on the
cigar in his mouth a total stranger Wore silver toed high heeled boots and a big old horseshoe diamond ring Hung his big white Stetson hat on the rack
Ten on the black To beat the frenchman Back you dogs Give them room to turn Now open wide sweet heavens gate Tonight were gonna See if heaven burns I want an angel on
welcome back to our final round coverage of the Enbuary Classic. Random Man: (Say this during the beginning) PUT YOUR SHIRT BACK ON! Champion: I?ll
