song Rise up and teach them a lesson They will not escape from the free Force them to give up the slaughter And then you will finally see The end of
of red are burning As they diminish time Eyes of greed are rising The aides of good will send Conflict of extremity A cry, it's the end Crawling from
译文: 剃刀. 结束.
out Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks You try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook Want some of me? You're on a mission Bad move, you end
La la la music Hey now, girl, at the end of the road Down where the reaper is walking alone Singing a death knell, clapping along At the end of the
It's like that war, project niggas strike back it's on what the fuck you sick I'll be right back wit the gat and temper end your motherfuckin era your
cant help but to ask I Said You Wanna Be Startin? Somethin? You Got To Be Startin? Somethin? I Said You Wanna Be Startin? Somethin? You Got To Be Startin? Something we end
revealed He was turning into his parents The final disappointment Stepping out of the shower Harry stared at himself His hairline receding, the slight overbite He picked up the razor
revealed He was turning into his parents The final disappointment Stepping out of the shower Harry stared at himself His hairline receding the slight overbite He picked up the razor
with love and blood And these are the boxes that she kept on the shelf Filled with her poetry and stuff This is the room where she took the razor and
She was swinging from her handbag on the King's Road Fresh from boarding school and double barreled shame Now there are worms in her skin She's razor
neath the wings Of the bluebird as she sings The six o'clock alarm would never ring But it rings and I rise Wipe the sleep out of my eyes My shaving razor
Ty plays the battle fold though bastardly Follow said criminal in the form of his hand He'll chance the overload when it's all about the end Maybe the
key It's like Janet, 'What Have You Done For Me, Lately'? Nuttin?, I blew up, you try to inflate me Dawg, in my dutch, a whole lotta bud End up in Jersey
the kids Right? You know the Clan and you know the fuckin' man Meth rock a mic without a kickstand Two blunts and razors in his wristband Slap you and
t have a razor blade, use yo fuckin' fingertips Crack the bag and then you pour the whole bag in Spread the ism around until the ism reach each end Take
touch it You ain't from Russia, so bitch why you Russian? [Chorus w/ minor variations] [Nelly] Now I'm - clean as a whistle (yeah) sharp as a razor (
Chasing the evil Is like chasing a dream Haunting the bad Is like a poem with no theme Race with no end Fihght you can?t win Try to defend Or you'll pay