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Traduction: Air. Dead Bodies.
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the air The funk of forty thousand years And grizzly ghouls from every tomb Are closing in to seal your doom And though you fight to stay alive Your body
Devils keep avoiding, people keep on hopin for the move and groove, put your dead body in a soothin mood Don't need no air, no sex, and no food The tool
your pistols in the air Where my soldiers at Put your guns up Tell me where my soldiers at Put your pistols in the air Where my, soldiers My true
wanna see me dead, I ain't worried, forgive me Please give me shelter, calm my fears Lifted my head, from my hands, had a palm of tears I see bodies
don't know nothin 'bout jumpin out splittin homeboy head But for real that's fucked up they say that homeboy dead I can't even think, who 'gon want him dead
Last night I had a vision of my dead friends in my sleep, they showed my things, I aint really wanna see They showed me flashbacks of murder scenes, bodies
I'm back Anyone with good sense bet on that Cause I ain't never went nowhere, I still got business here All my bitches get your hands in the air Now BACK
came to blame For somethin' that he never done. Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world. Three bodies lyin' there
