don't mean nothing Sign on the line but it don't mean nothing One poison pill, bedlam burns I clutch the cradle of corrosion! Never again comes again and again, again One
I cannot hurt but it don't mean nothing I cannot hide but it don't mean nothing I cannot hurt I cannot feel Come kiss the cut I will heal One poison
译文: 猪. 唯一的好一个人的一个死一个.
a cell or a prison or in hell's armageddon just a little ghetto where my niggas control the middle we know the riddles of life where others know only
a cell or a prison or in hell's armageddon just a little ghetto where my niggas control the middle we know the riddles of life where others know only a
) Bitch you's a hoe (uh huh) And hoe you's a bitch (that's right) Everybody knows that you's a (what? ) funky bitch Bitch you's a hoe (uh huh) And hoe
) Bitch you's a hoe (Uh huh) And hoe you's a bitch (That's right) Everybody knows that you's a (What?) funky bitch Bitch you's a hoe (Uh huh) And hoe
a cell or a prison or in hell's Armageddon Just a little ghetto where my niggas control the middle We know the riddles of life where others know only a
a canary lung All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy to carry drugs I sorta see it as my last flash summer Skateboards and sloppy psychedelics and big numbers Good times, good
the phrase, it's all good, would you? They got you living like a shrew They throw you pig lips and chicken gizzards then you make a stew They give us a
basement She asked one too many motherfuckin questions it was time Somebody taught the stupid bitch a good lesson I snuck in the house by the back door It was like a
For a better one. It's a real-life ripe dead certainty --- That I'm just a baker street muse. Talking to the gutter-stinking, winking in the same Old
all the lookouts in the front and kicked his door in What's up snake, why'd you violate? Because I'm a hossa (What's that?) Yo, that's a pig that don
' they tried to call a truce One had a link, the other a goose You know what we took an' you know what we left But the third one played a punk, he dissed
face engines start a cranking black sheep race-- goodbye--goodbye--goodbye--goodbye--the only good one is a dead one the only good one is a dead one--it's a
to call a truce One had a link, the other a goose You know what we took, and you know what we left But the third one played a punk he dissed his posse
