, like shit, blowing away So much hate for your kind Fuck you, deadly sick of insults, spreading lies, you liar Talk that shit you fucker, vomit you out
Traduction: Origine. Vous vomir.
like shit, blowing away So much hate for your kind Fuck you, deadly sick of insults, spreading lies, you liar Talk that shit you fucker, vomit you out
out of a job You niggaz strain yourself, to maintain yourself And now you playin with enough rope to actually hang yourself But you don't care, hell, you
but I went along with it, you know, what else are you gonna do? You're getting paid and uh, you do these things. [13:19] Phyllis: Cleanser . . . cleanser
you twins Roderick Usher: We are We have always been sympathetic to each other Have you seen this? It is her Edgar: It is a whirlwind You should not You
hard, go hard Ooh, verbal vomit, I keep it one hundred Dr. Scrill but you can call me Ebonics Sideshows goin' nutty dumbin' out Take the wrong turn and get your roof stomped out
My niggaz asked for direction to go on this track I said, "Fuck a direction, spaz out, get 'em up high" Crooked and for them wack songs that you made I want you
yours For the kleptos Who stole flows From those In the pros Get you mouth Swole by blows Thrown by those You took from How can you stand To even look
are defiantly in a mad dilemma. Roll the dice number 2 Happens to be the So Solid crew Roll the dice number 4 Burn out the dance Burn out the dance
Don: I know what gets you hot. Hamburgers get you hot, 'cause I picked you up in the pool hall! Phyllis: You don't know what gets me hot, you don't have
For you to win, a change is gonna come You hear the 'suuuu?' Wu-Tang is gonna come And my vocals, they gonna bang on the drum You go against the grain
for direction to go on this track I said FUCK a direction, spaz out! Get 'em up HIGH [female:] Crooked [Crooked I:] And for them wack songs that you made I want you
Swept under the rug, we turnin niggas into dust You done came out of the earth (earth), what your life worth? When you get left with what you had on the
gonna come You heare the "suuuu"?, Wu-Tang is gonna come and my vocals, they gonna bang on the drum You go against the grain you will hang from ya tongue
