翻訳: DOA. 怒りに燃える.
chrous burning in anger tribe against tribe your neighborhood's burning and hatred's the crime it's a melting pot, boiling over like a pressure cooker
smith on a hatchback Put my patch down cause a head crack I'm trapped, in a hole filled with guns and drugs Three-headers, nothing better 5% and thugs Style tight like o
I'm like a hot pepper and you might get burned You took a turn for the worst Walked up in my face rode away in a hurse Now how you gonna front on that
army to stop a big invasion? Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get
would look out for the evil eye Now Mrs. Bailey took a nap at three o'clock each day We knew that she'd be a'sleeping as the plans got underway Now
there's no army to stop a big invasion? Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where
I needed to know, why Oh no This can't be happening Oh no This can't be happening Hate Is a door A fever burning for more A red light In your mind
Door And I Push Up On A Female Smoothly, In A Gl But Keep That On The D.L. Hughley Lol This Is Los O No Your Money Coming So Slow Guess This Mafuckers
needed I needed to know, why Oh no This can't be happening Oh no This can't be happening Hate Is a door A fever burning for more A red light In your
: I led a lonesome journey Full of disdain and fury I kept my angered yearning Close to me like fire burning I watched a million chances Slip through
if there's no army to stop a big invasion? Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub?
