译文: 个人战争. 骨骼的袋.
The bag of bones Collects your thoughts of your dreamworld like a harvester The bag of bones The disease of our modern time The bag of bones The new spun
you can fuck with them thug niggas? Come on, tell me the truth, nigga, look in my eyes, bitch, we get live Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, nigga, Cleveland's thuggish
war/ Get kicked with the hot ones/ And it's one last thing for I knock you out, it ain't nothin like money in a Ziplock bag and you could get smacked
the stench of decaying flesh, accompany Manson's death If you ask, bet, i'll take your breath a diffrent aspect enter the lung get shredded by person to person
stench of decaying flesh, accompany Manson's death If you ask, bet, i'll take your breath a diffrent aspect enter the lung get shredded by person to person
nigga who dat?) I thought you hatin niggaz knew the slow loud and bangin Be makin a nigga move back really not a koo kat I stay ready for war, Lil' B
see these bright white smilin' teeth, you know they ain't my own. Mine rolled away like Chiclets down a street in San Antone. But I left that person cursin', nursin' seven broken bones
war Get kicked with the hot ones, and it's one last thing 'Fore I knock you out It ain't nothin' like money in a ZipLock bag And you could get smacked
dust fill the air Person A lost a shoe, person B lost his teeth Good thing they fought the war on the sidewalk And the kids love their meat, like a dog loves a bone
of decaying flesh, accompany Manson's death If you ask, bet, i'll take your breath a diffrent aspect enter the lung get shredded by person to person