hurt again this one with the thin skin who should learn to laugh at himself and everybody else evil for yuks thin skin - you suck evil for yuks thin skin
again this one with the thin skin who should learn to laugh at himself and everybody else evil for yuks thin skin - you suck evil for yuks thin skin
Traduction: Sick Of It All. Peau mince.
'm so sick i drive em reverse fast call me a nurse fast shorty just lay back in the made back it'll make you feel like you sittin in first class (Relax) [chorus repeat] [Fabolous] They ask for it
Mm hmm Ok, Ok Yeah Y'all thought I lost it [Verse One: Cee-Lo] In no fashion have I lost my passion for the pen It's just that lately life has been a
honour with a life betting on junior treats fool [Verse 5: DJ Debris] Tell me why I'm sick of misfits, I'm sick of twits I'm sick of internet gits that
Um hmm, okay, okay, yeah Yeah, y'all thought I lost it In no fashion have I lost my passion for the pen It's just that lately life has been a lost less
to see your life go so quick Say it again your death wish is sick Let's have a beer and try to make it last Don't wanna see it all go so fast You've
only as sick as the stick in the pig Thin and so white, thin and so wide Daddy tells the daughter, "Mommy sleepin' at night" Wash all your sin, take off your skin
conflict That's sick with violent rage I gain fame from my name, Everlast How long can this hype about a devil last? It started as fun but everyone took it serious Now it
tonight It sucks you in so it begins Turning your insides out Skin and bones, you're all alone It's killing you slowly now How Ana & Mia stay beautiful all
're so Full of crap, you're a social mishap Ohh Way Ohh* I don't like you Now i've seen it all and this is who you'll always be It is clear that you
dollars, to prove her And when you do she sucks it up like a Hoover Taking all your papes like inhalation of ace Her nasal passages is filled with money, and it
Looking for the light but I could never find the passage Tension, stress, pain yeah you best believe it Nose bleeding from my false way to relieve it Enough confusion to make serenity sick All
backseat On this bitter night of giving head A sharp rear entry, an exit in red Lump in the throat, on my come choke The killing joke worn thin with
the windows baby, I slash all the tires I'm feeling that undertow, like maybe it's time to go It's getting so sick and thin, getting right under my skin
lace it necro! mr. hyde's reppin it for him. It's all over. necro's in the grills of all of you. [necro] check it check it. we gon' do it like this.
