What gives you the right? To fuck with our lives? A devil born in paradise A liar loves to lie Keep watching your back Killers always have killers on
What gives you the right To fuck with our lives? A devil born in paradise A liar loves to lie Keep watching your back Killers always have killers on
翻訳: 星印. 彼は死について嘘をついた.
, I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't rest And AK47 is my fucking address I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper
tell me about a movie you're making, hopefully making, hopefully making, starring Uma Thurman, hopefully making, hopefully. And you talk for too long, then you say, I love this song
been screwin' the milkman," he says. He was crazy and he kept on screamin' "You been screwin' the milkman," And then he ran into my knife! He ran into
these cockatrice squalled Their songs of necronomicon, they spoke of Gilles De Rais Behold the bold inauguration of the dark side Demonic passions climbing, ill fated stars
go at Shyne? He freestyled from the pen, that's just the fact Said he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't fucked with that Then you lied about your pops, he
at Shyne? He freestyled from the pen, that's just the fact Said he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't fucked with that Then you lied about your pops, he
The evening air laps thick about The stagnant moat that Tiffuages claims As dusk now slips away Where taught to run, the rotten tongue Of a hotter Gotterdamerung
