road this is our triumph over all the forms of filth you've spread well never let this go right from the very start i knew this day would come tonights
I've learned to let go Come on Here's a middle finger Coming straight from Oca, L A I appreciate your judgment It's proved that I can't trust a word
Traduction: A Day To Remember. Speak Of The Devil.
the road this is our triumph over all the forms of filth you've spread well never let this go right from the very start i knew this day would come tonights
a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a sismograph And a noise is bred, picked up and
no shit, bitch ass get slapped, Pants sag, give a fuckk like the president Drop a bomb smoke a joint quicker then a gangsta step Talk to me soft bout serve a
woods Got in touch with his roots, found a redneck in his blood And said, "Heck, country western rap records are good!" So he picks a guitar up and he strums a
with a strong voice saying "Babylon the great has fallen, has fallen and has become the habitation of devils and the home to every foul spirit and a
So do I try to stay alive or do I grab a gun End it all, put a stop to the pain That goes on in my head every time it rains The Devil speaking so you
a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a seismograph And a noise is bred, picked up and
hit the corner Hi power soldiers from California to Arizona Every corner got a soldier straight packing a chrome Bumping Capone in the zone All the haters on the phone Speaking
killer stamina Another year I'm here but forgotten Skin is rotting feeling old, cold Motherfucker in a robe gonna sentence me to die in a metal chair
