live Where's the love Has hopelessness taken its toll {I bleed with you} Here I am One breath of life left in my soul I give it to you Death in numbers
翻訳: いいえ瓢箪鯰. 数字で死亡.
to live Where's the love Has hopelessness taken its toll {I bleed with you} Here I am One breath of life left in my soul I give it to you Death in numbers
make to love the whole globe And all her girlfriends now don't that make ya mind move Like smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb Numb be
I love you but fuck you, things will never be the same with me Met you at a rock show, November no Octo' Took pictures then locked yo numbers and then
up Head up and take as much as I can, can Understand, I need a plan, pray and fear no man Even though I walk thru the valley of death, i'm a mighty
seen them put it together, watched them take it apart Seen the Rovers roll up wit ribbons I seen them re-po'd, re-sold then re-driven So when I reload, he holds number
you or strangle your ass like with the grapevine I'm never out for the fame whereas I was told to bring fame to my name And keep motivated on the down
stay calm, let me move like Rahmadan Speak one word then you're gone, drop like Hiroshimo bombs Creation of this playing made by 36 Chambers It's death
Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein You know bitch, the whole muthafuckin' clique We gon' hit yo' ass up, you know where we comin' from Death row biotch,
recent decent death toll alright stop -bmbdm- HAMMA TIME! I on my phone, hearin my ringtone Like I said it I'm out and gone I hear the annoying crazy frog Say hes number
J. Garcia) Deadly tumor in your brain, Can't think are you insane? Lifeless zombie you've become, Your fate lies in their hands, Vegetable to be, Death
Devil down like we in Baghdad His wife's the hostage Her bodyparts up in a grab bag Now watch the gun blast, holdin your chest, marked for death The
card so I got no soul Life is prison, no parole, no control The jura got my number on a wire tap 'Cause I jack for similac, fuck a Cadillac Survive one motive
Mer De Noms 1: The Hollow Run desire run Sexual being Run him like a blade To and through the heart No conscience One Motive Cater to the hollow Screaming
As the states raid and invade another land Hatred (?) for Sam The Grand Wizard of the Ku Klux Klan Winners goal: To control, be number one Making modern
on the cold court bench till I was arraigned in ya skirt Saw the pain in ya face through you maintained a smirk All you did was motivate me, don't let
breached Critical concentrations reached Money is saved but a live is lost Loved ones left to count the cost Tanker crashin the village Death could
