beautiful crab nebulae Time running out Time running dry Frozen peas and carrots And pickled animal parts Sweet anticipation For the well-preserved at heart One more walk around the animal pen
번역: 아메리칸 뮤직 클럽. 동물 펜.
Now everybody go Steel unload / final blow We the animals take control Hear us now / clear and true Wretches and kings we come for you Steel unload / fire blow Filthy animals
that I said I wouldn't do, I did 'em Secrets below the surface of truth I hid 'em This mankind is past, but can he erase The tears of a million years is human race Of animals
Thunderbird My bitch be like, "Damn nigga wash yo' feet" She say the hair on my chest look like taco meat Shit, two hammers Make your whole crew vanish I'm a animal
but then crime don't pay Black man tried to break into my house again Thought he got off early doing time in the pen Even though my brothers do me just
, believe it momma Corny motherfuckers we shuck em And animals, we stuff em, a cannibal, he's bluffing nah Woke up in the morning with a fucking pen and
Here we go Can I get a goddamn timpany roll to start this goddamn song? Tonight, it is a goddamn song For all you goddamn people Well, the animals laugh
It's really not even fair to them 'cause they pale in comparison So much they might as well wear a skin Don't you wish you could just share his pen? '
fucking mind we represent the 313 You know what I'm saying? cause they don't know shit about this For the 9 6 Verse 1: Ayo my pen and paper cause
Callin' Hi Tek little Leon the professional I got the special flow listenin' to estero Puffin' vegetables and now I'm red to go The illest rhyme animal
hear his asshole gettin torn They made me an animal Can't sleep, instead of countin sheep, niggaz countin cannibals And that's how it is in the pen Turn
on the cross like a Christian So fuck you, plus your weak religion in disguise Nowadays, I cut prize, the invincible, untouchable CNN Is boldfaced, written in gold with ink pen
my life, you judge it, fuck it Seis, I don't want it I'm a Dominican, stranded in New York like Filligan Don't wanna get locked up in the pen again But
Butcher the paper, a ravenous pen Carving out trees and scoring skin Animals too placed in plastic cages Carted around these filthy pages I will draw
his asshole gettin' torn They made me an animal Can't sleep, instead of countin' sheep, niggaz countin' cannibals And that's how it is in the pen Turn
comin with the Bone Thugs up against the wall/ Come out the corners doin the devils, put the peddle to the metal wit me and my Seven animals/ Ride around