Won't you kiss me, babyhate? Raised in chaos, now is too late Love is blood you cannot take We destroy and we create Won't you kiss me baby hate? I never
Traduction: Temple de Baal. Bébé haine.
Yeuch! Brother J says yeuuch! Hmmhmmhmmhmm.. [Professor X] Ahhhh! Straight from the temple of everlasting ME! P.X.O., and the X-Clan (aww yeah) Chillin
bloody mo murda, Living in the Land of the Heartless comin' up daily? Until a me murda them all, I'm never gon' fall So I'ma murda them baby Get 'em
m on top But to look back on my reality happy I stopped Letting niggas ruin my world impressed by niggas trying to school this baby girl I was fucking
my mental Don't make me stick my fifth to your temple Forget I'm getting rich for a cent Bitch I'm coming get you for my baby mama's rent I will flip
when you throw em With these old ghetto poems, Bankhead is better for em When they can let they throw em, down from hitchikin and bitin niggaz until the temple
, and I'm not full of hatred But I hate lies and so the liars hate me The same who can't stand the sight of a starving baby? can you really say you're
? Living in the Land of the Heartless, coming up daily Until a me murda them all, I'm never gon' fall So I'ma murda them baby Get 'em up wid me thugs
very hazy No sunshine in my life the way i deal is shady 3D Skip hip data to get the anti-matter Blue lines are the reason why the temple had to shatter
this shit) Oh, me? My name is Humpty Hump (There's a party in here, baby) I'm the original big-nosed rapper, baby (You better get down with this, baby
thats that Don't be tapping my shoulders Or patting me on the back Or pullin' my arm Checkin my size I'm liable to do you harm, My temple is my
to crack you Nonchalant, idiot savant no comp Romp, with the big guys, stomp all the pies Kick the box, light these M-80's Ladies grab your babies, run
up No need to ask you who is he, son I get busy Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya, I love ta hate ya '
'Cos I ain't havin' it, remember act like you know And if ya can't act jack, you best find the door I hate to think a trade, I slot another, see ya
case The game really over when you see that yellow tape Pop the Lucky Nites, n***, let's celebrate These n*** love to hate but I'm aight wit' that M*** will push your whole temple
when your life is suspended God can take his arms from around you and easily end it At any time, any place, any where I know my life has been spared on several occasions Suckas hating
Got two strike dog and five baby mamas With new strain I maintain, I'm ready and willin' To keep change on niggas brains to keep the blood spillin' I hate
