somebody else's frau You get to know life when married to a low life Boy! what love has done to me I can't hold my head up The butcher, the baker, oh
it Fucked my credit up smashin the Ashton FYI nigga I got a magnum, Only time I been punked was by Ashton Kutcher I'm a motherfuckin butcher Leave me
I walked into the church dressed up, as an alter boy I see the preacher he said, lil boy Imma teach ya Put his hand on my shoulder, felt the claw of
I walked into the church dressed up as an altar boy i seen a preacher, he said little boy imma Teacher, put his hand on my shoulder felt the claw of the
to run away Whoever got that brave? Wolves in the middle of town And the chapel bell ringing through the wind-blown trees To wave to the butcher?s boy
den Grill ? RatatataTa Nackensteak in dein Gesicht ? Korper nicht mehr da DA Pferderucken auf den Grill ? RatatataTa Zeig deine Gang deine Gang hat nicht einen einzigen Euro boy
Racin' up two flights of staircase Squirmin' into Papa's embrace And his whiskers warm on their face Where's it gone? Oh, where's it gone? Two floors above the butcher
a queer romance; All that you need is a ticket, Come on big boy, ten cents a dance. Fighters and sailers and bow-legged tailors Can pay for their tickets & rent me Butchers
and we racked up, Phantom big when it back up Big Boy, look like a Mack truck, shooters ride wit' that Mac tucked I'm a Bad Boy, bitch, ask Puff, Simpson
his name is known in every state His name is Jay To see him play Will make you say God damn that DJ made my day Like the butcher the baker The candlestick
deadpan face? Sitting so pretty with a criminal grace? Lamebrain Pete wants to Spit in the Sea. He's got a cool hand but it isn't for me. Butcher Boy
?m a sober boy and you?re a lonely girl, So lets give it up and stay out of each other?s worlds Is there any need in bringing in the butchers for a
Sen boy go duff kot mi love dat Di rifle, di 45, di cl**tch back Mi see him wid a strap but a f**king idiot dat Mi a talk wid gunshot mi done chat Sen boy
A butcher yes that was my trade But the king's shilling is now my fee A butcher I may as well have stayed For the slaughter that I see And the preacher