eonjeyeottdeongenojee kee-eoknajee ana jakkoo nae meoreega neoro eojeereopdeon sheejak handoobeonssheek ddeo-oreudeon saenggak jakkoo neureogaseo jogeum
uhn jeh yuht duhn guhn jee gee uhk nah jeen ah nah jah kkoon nae muh ree gah nuh roh uh jee ruhp duhn shee jahk hahn doo buhn ssheek dduh oh reu duhn
fox I'm looking for a fox I'm looking for a fox (howl) Got a brand new pin stripe suit of clothes Big wide polka-dot tie Cuff links as big as J-bird
veille au quotidien Maintenant faut que tu laisse tourner quoiqu'elle fasse Confiance tout ca j?vais m?en occuper Vous la populas avaient peur des faits He ben moi j
the trees And it's about a hundred degrees [Violent J:] On the perfect night the whole town shuts of its lights And listens to the city; screams, sirens, howls
[Violent J] It's Friday night, dark, scary Lonely, walking through the park, cemetery And its foggy, cold and smoggy Hear a dog, a howling doggy I'm scared
blocks away [3x] Violent Violent, Violent J I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away [3x] J, J, Violent J [Violent J] I can hear the crickets and
a Devil's face, it must be a mirror image of the human race And oh shit, here it comes-the deadly smog I can tell by the howl of the stray dog The air
perdre la foi Moi j?suis la ecrivant mes chansons Plus jeune j?y chantais la Revolution Mais j?ai vu l?ampleur du probleme j?n?ai pas la solution J?ai
casket I?ll wear my best collar to his funeral Ta mauvaise foi, j?aimerais bien que ca s?arrete Me separer de toi, aujourd?hui ca trotte dans ma tete Moi non, j
Oh ho, I asked her for water, oh ho, she brought me gasoline Oh ho, I asked her for water, oh ho, she brought me gasoline That's the troubling woman that
y'all aint growling Claim you a beast, why y'all aint howling? 'Bout as sweet as a jumper on the game Ray Allen I'm 'bout f-cking hoes like Ray J wylin
Claim you a beast, why y'all aint howling? 'Bout as sweet as a jumper on the game Ray Allen I'm 'bout f-cking hoes like Ray J wylin' Killin' n-ggas like
Oh, mister D.J., I wonder why You don't play much blues anymore Ohh, mister D.J., I kept on wondering why You don't play much blues anymore I don't know
