Oh non non non j'ai bronze, mes potes voudront plus me parler, Oh non non non a la fete de Chloe je me suis trop amuse, J'ai ecoute la compagnie Creole
what comes free You're like a stinky old cheese, babe Just gettin' riper with age You're like a fatal disease, babe But there's no cure So let this
when I was conceived. This was the temperature when I was born. This is the night I caught a fatal illness. This is the method by which I was cured.
] KottonMouth Kings need to open up your mind With the kind come and get a dose of reality Think about the good things in life Because negativity only brings fatality, fatalities
gruge Pour une arme trouve dans un QG La j'accuse les jures pourtant il avaient jures De ne pas rendre un verdict pur et puree d'cure De nature les
tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers Streets Are On Fire To- Night [Verse 1: Lupe] Disease the virus is spreading in all directions No safe zone no cure
d'vrais porter une fourrure. Pour l'etat c'est comme une biture, pour les tox' c'est pire qu'une cure, putain d'piqures. Bourrage lyrical, fatal effet
heavens The darkness is thickening, breathing gets harder The balance is off, some take more than give back, the attitude, ignorance, proved to be fatal
And so you're reeling From the fatal shot Your heart was so alive And then it stopped So we remain You see the casualties They're all around You're
May be we were born too late May be not born at all Let's try and cure your latest pains Prescribe the life that?s driving me insane Tragic turn of fatal
mine Let's digress now, kings, put your cans up Paint the city scope with the prettiest type of cancer Watch 'em laser surg every tumor like a fatal
in my veins until I'm comatose [Chorus] When I'm gone I can't do anything The beating of my heart consumes everything Finding a cure for this never
There is no life in there Altruistic notions aside And the experiments we've tried The veracity cannot be denied There is no cure for those who've died
's hopelessly gone Jesp Van Cleave, the first found dead Drowned in the stream while we was having a bath A terrible misfortune, incredible and fatal
Born into a fatal illness Ascension unto a graceless sphere Yet the chain forged in sulphurfires Emerges with them through labias lair The stench,
