choke, your insides fry Seizure now sets in Torture will begin Twisted bodies lie Waiting now to die Choke on it - as your tongue goes down Choke on it
Traduction: Death. Choke On It.
Seizure now sets in Torture will begin Twisted bodies lie Waiting now to die Choke on it - As your tongue goes down Choke on it - Death is all around
g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac The weed good price, plus it smoke speci Three thousand full pound
tonight I'm seeing corpses drawing on the walls And drinking themselves to death They're playing games and fighting late Smoking their cigarettes and choking on
love, 'less it's coming from the heaven up above My hatred being written in blood, hate [Hook x2] [Z-Ro:] It ain't no telling if a nigga make it, I
homies didn't even spill rounds Fuck y'all, I hate you motherfuckers to death Remember times, when I stopped niggas from clutching your chest I live in bulletproof vests, but it
mausberg goes BOOM, what's another plug Snatchin drugs, pumpin slugs in these other thugs (GIVE IT UP NIGGA) Don't run out of breath Every step could be death
's a gangsta But don't put in work Instead of putting on the armor Niggas put on a skirt These drugs ain't helping It only making it worse And the
I'd take a puff on the blunt, and let my trigga fly When everyday it's another death, with every breath, it's a constant threat, so watch yo' step! You
I pop a clip and grip my nine tight Now it's on everday could be my last day That's why I blast on they ass as I past let the glass spray First you had
I hate choking on past words, I swim upstream. The ones to never ever let you try. Blackout, clear hearts won't counteract; see through the dirt in your
of the barrel, I'll splatter it now. It's the venom, the momentum, you can feel it in the Viper Slither like a snake, choke a nigga like a lyfa. (GRRR
months, I'm having an E party for easter please come Sweet done (50 Cent) We gonna bring it to anybody who want it you want it? you gonna get it your name on it
like Leningrad When in Damascus, yo I cause disasters Choking pagans in Copenhagen my vocals plaguing Ancient masters, well dressed on the Elfquest I
leurs fardeaux plus ou moins bien Ceux qui torturent, ceux qui etouffent Ceux qui hurlent et les etrangleurs Il y a ceux qui marchent et ceux qui volent Ceux qu'on deteste et ceux qu'on
on the floor With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall red on the ceilin, red on the floor, get a new whore Met on the second, wet on the
hands of death we take our daily bread, Now all we do is choke, and the words that you once Spoke, fade away. Look at what you've done, oh, it's a cross
