of passion And strong will From this I am the victor Instead of the kill I will not feed your hunger instead I bite the pain Looking not back but forward I bite
翻訳: 死. 一口痛み.
of passion and strong will from this I am the victor instead of the kill I will not feed your hunger, instead I bite the pain looking not back, but forward I bite
law and respect my pim I bring the pain Method Man, I bring the pain S & M shout to Fam-Lay, one of my bestest friends Shine killers send all of your death
start A rivalry of bites My human system fights My mission clear defined I'm at the end of the line I'm a Gene - genius Built to protect the world From death and pain
The world believe you deceived just to speak You'se not the streets, you'se the desk Use not your chest nigga, use a vest Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death
for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard. I pack a gat, not a slingshot; step to this and get an ass-whoopin' like Rodney King got. Or get beat to your death
prison Collide with rival clicks spitting, listen I live life, a like I'm racing to an early death Exceeding the speed limit, with no brakes Quiet when I step, reality bites
And the radio daze kept us in the dark And the satellite age brings us to the light Some feelin' the pitch, some feelin' the bite They ain't ready to
there's beef I'ma ride and won't slide 'til I'm debtin you (P swallow your pride), my pride ain't edible Fuck with my life, I'm stressin your death Cut
hurt myself Stop me Pain, pain Stop me [Monoxide Child:] I'm sitting in the dark, talking to myself Why does everybody tell me that I need help? I'm in love with pain
Can I take a bite of your cerebellum? I think it'll really get me up if I could be suckin' your seratonin' I'd rather just die than inflict any pain
seen skin bleed, don't play Hercules, you stuck You wan't war? With the Outlaws? That's hard luck We leave behind pain, broken bones and raw cuts [Trigga
We slow grindin', lady friends co-signin' Legit jobs, houses, & cars, but no shinin' Life or death, learnin' new steps, right from left Preciseness, where I end off you bite
life, it's the joy in your heart A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe It's a thorn on your hand and a cut in your toe A point, a grain, a bee, a bite
know That now's the time to Take my chance with death and realize Sunrise, sunset will you wash away the rain? Sunrise, sunset can you wash away the pain
