your street Fresh flesh, won't you eat my meat Fresh flesh, oozin' through the slime Fresh flesh, and the city's mine, fresh flesh Fresh Flesh Under
翻訳: 恐怖. 新鮮な肉.
Fresh flesh, slingin' down your street. Fresh flesh, won't you eat my meat? Fresh flesh, oozin' through the slime, Fresh flesh, and the city's mine!
like a battering ram Knockin' them bustas flat on their back I'll show 'em how bad I am The baddest when it comes to this rap My nigga now Flesh is home
m getting tired of everybody wanted to go first man You always rap first, I'm rapping I don't care what none of ya'll say, I'm fresh, I'm fresh Thyme
beatin' in ya chest When you speakin' to execs and they see behind the desk To ya spirit, nothing weaker than the flesh So while you try to keep it fresh
go a-head, and stand, check out the man With a clan, never ran, and in demand So just a Bust a rhyme It's a must cause I'm Funky fresh, in the flesh
amongst the dead Licking at their blackened limbs the zombie pleasure cries Lucifer's immortal glory Watch them swapping eyes Writhing in a mound of death Maggots under the flesh Digging fresh
and cold The night draws the warmth from my flesh Howls in the distance The wolves they catch my scent They yearn for my blood warm and fresh But I
, nobody can deny The girl hasn't been born that can deal with I Me, Sandy D., undoubtably def Don't need to be dressed, I'm fresh to the flesh Yes, so
I should rule I'm the best for the job, you know why? (why? !) cause I'm cool.. .. see i'm Smoother than silk, cooler than an icicle Rough like a bully, I'm rollin like a bicycle Fresh
of you Sometimes the ones we heal An image of the rest Two words unable to mesh So let your flesh devour our dead skin Leaving us fresh and free from
thrill for death i can't deny i am agony, your fear and pain is my obsession i'm the prince of anarchy, you'll fear my name, i am possession chorus
thrill for death i can't deny i am agony, your fear and pain is my obsession i'm the prince of anarchy, you'll fear my name, i am possession chorus apocalyptic
music - Ross Sewage lyrics - Ross Sewage Feared by dogmatics and systematically oppressed Science my crime, medicine I confess Bearers of ignorance
Digging their way through rotted earth Clawing their way from the grave They're dead but they live and they hunger And it's fresh human flesh that
this shit, yet I'm still hopen' I sleep I seen his back full of holes and his blood was fresh I could smell death creeping through his inacine flesh I
pore I watch in ecstasy, my victims caressed by fear Naked skin, begs me to commit another sin I take another walk down the path of Flesh Looking for a fresh