[Chorus] All to hell we must sail For the Shores of sweet Barbados Where the sugar cane grows taller Than the god we once believed in Till the butcher
Through a thin layer of rubber and a thick rusted armour of drunken lust I think when our clothes were on We had a different image of what this was supposed
Qui veut coucher avec Snuff ce soir Yeah Il est seul desespere, abandonne comme un gros bebe Personne ne veut l'aimer Yeah, yeah
Dans la salle du bar tabac de la Rue des Martyrs Y a des filles de nuit qu'attendent le jour en vendant du plaisir Y a des ivrognes qui s'epanchent au
Snuff the punk, I'm getting tired of you chump Bass in your face You'll get a taste of P.O.D. Funk When I say punk or chump I don't mean you Talkin
Bury all your secrets in my skin Come away with innocence And leave me with my sins The air around me still feels like a cage and Love is just a camouflage
You ever seen someone who roll With Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton Smash whatever you throw, a thousand is what I'm battin' Got a few hooks with
Bury all your secrets in my skin Come away with innocence and leave me with my sins The air around me still feels like a cage And love is just a camouflage
Let's drink to the hard working people Let's drink to the lowly of birth Raise your glass to the good and the evil Let's drink to the salt of the earth
Breathe kids, the mold is getting old It'll be gone any day The hipster empire of tomorrow Will fall to the common kids of today With tied wrists we'
He's coming back He's coming back for me and you He's coming back for me and you He's coming back for me and you It's the low down The show down Brother
When the beat starts pumping That's it --- Yeah The hitman's on the mic getting lyrically sick My boys with the tools to groove To make you want to move
I'm just a loc'd out brother Com'n straight from S.D. Just another islander, beaner, wop, minority Taught to love one antogher, all races All tipes of
God?s invisible qualities Eternal power and dignity Ruling over everything Forever and ever eternity God?s invisible qualities Eternal power and dignity
Wherefore God had highly exalted Him and given Him a name Which is above every name and at the feet of Jesus Every knee shall bow Of things of heaven
Souls black as But it's nothing for the children of God to fight We wrestle not with flesh and blood But with the principalities of darkness So put on
Snuff the punk I'm gettin' tired of you chump Bass in your face You'll get a taste fo the P.O.D. funk When I say punk or chump I don't mean you Talkin
