译文: 酷刑队. 一个在地狱的灵魂.
death She agonizes in thoughts Macabre as the shadows Altered subconscious To a catatonic state A dark room will Her grave A soul in hell! It's so delicious
She agonizes in thoughts Macabre as the shadows Altered subconscious To a catatonic state A dark room will Her grave A soul in hell! It's so delicious
a cocaine runner A new year is dawning, new crews is forming Rival gangs is warring blood steadily pouring The streets are deep Son every day is like a
by a cocaine runner A new year is dawning, new crews is forming Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring The streets are deep Son every day is like a
week a different chore, every month a different tour I got a gang of haters everyday I piss em off a little more Whatchu think I got a fucking pistol
saviours..pharoas with a tongue sharp slicin through your radios..perfect.precicious of a shanghai night..fight battles scream victory.hang my mic.its a blessin..holy water splash from a
a cocaine runner A new year is dawning, new crews is forming Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring The streets are deep Son every day is like a
a different chore, every month a different tour I got a gang of haters everyday I piss em off a little more Whatchu think I got a fucking pistol for?
