lay waste Wipe out, kill them, kill them Their struggle to defend The attack will never end Surrounded by disgust Pounded into dust The captured will
That old dust storm killed my baby, But it can't kill me, Lord And it can't kill me. That old dust storm killed my family, But it can't kill me, Lord
Traduction: Woody Guthrie. Poussière peux pas me tuer.
Dreams sparkled with the dust of angels as blue-eyed girl puts all her trust in strangers misguided, misdirected in a strange world she took a leap
real life, you burnt your soul down the day you left your greed. Consume your time, I can't help but give a fuck. No words, no false promise, dust, dust
in shapelessness Like your breath washed out By the contempt I don't want to wait for it So kill me Through I don't want to die But kill me I hide my
m gonna kill that lane) You know major league niggas play the kidnap game Have the kid missin' for days, listen and pray (And I'm kill 6 of your niggas
What about sunrise? What about rain? What about all the things That you said we were to gain? What about killing fields? Is there a time? What about all
is gonna last forever. Babies being born in the world already drug addicted and afflicted, Family values are contradicted. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
, again and again and again, again The bitterness in the killer the poet, the river of blood within the mess flowin, I'm the bitterness in the killer
Ay sexy lemme be tell your boyfriend wait cheat I heard he mc's is that true, what's his name? Fuck all these other funny guys der gassed I can make a killer
a shoot til it's over with, ain't nobody gon stud up! anotha one bites the dust, I'm throwin that pud up, nigga what? I'm ready to kill and I'm ready
t care Respect my mind - cause I'll kill you nigga Bitch I'll kill you niggaz, you better Respect my mind - cause I'll kill you niggaz Cause I will kill
of mine is killing me Straight from a Christian, to a heartless killa Innocent child raised by the guerillas Military minded, plus I'm starving for scrilla Affiliated with killas
hell, a nigga from the gutta, With a mother on drugs I'm kickin dust up Ready to bust I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean Until they kill me I'll be
Mike Coolin, hell yeah Mama raised a hellrazor... born thuggin Heartless and mean, muggin at sixteen On the scene watchin fiends buggin Kickin up dust