's gonna shake you ooh, have you ever heard a Dead man's scream, dead man's scream a wailing cry of the one man's dream it breaks you down, down
번역: 데드 맨스 봉. SDS 사일런트 굉음 소리 질러.
번역: 핑크 크림 69. 데드 맨의 비명.
And he fought the War of 1812 James Monroe's colossal nose Was bigger than Pinocchio's John Quincy Adams was number six And it's Andrew Jackson's butt
picture You know father time and we all know mother nature It's all in the family, but I am of no relation No matter who's buyin', I'm a celebration
shit But still I can't ride with program, fearing no man Hit the car door, let the door slam It's a blessing that he had slow hands But he's still right
in' the house for the '95 Big shout out to my man Mel Smith My man Don Cee San in' the house What's up Michelle Ray, what's up boo? Sick of mama screaming
start rocking gold teeth and fangs 'Cause that's what a motherfuckin' monster do He a dresser from Milan that's the monster do Monster Giuseppie heel, that's
man We destroy ourselves, cease to live Children's blood feed the dead sea of flesh Catastrophic fall rest in hell Flaming corpse, screaming eyes, watch
* strictly best guess only on Daddy Nitro's reggae patois [Daddy Nitro] Now hear dis! All bad man what dey a know The original bad man dey a know, seen
how When I ask for a reply they always scream ow It's the homeboys always tryin' to act real chill Sometimes it's jealous M C's mad 'cause they ain't
there I know it's real, it's gotta be real Man, you the flyest nigga I seen in my life Yo man, I just wanna roll with you man How can I be down? What
scream, 'til your lungs get sore Ow, it's star time, this man is made He's killin' all y'all jive turkeys Do y'all want more of the Jigga man? Well
It's Gucci, (It's Gucci) Burr! Soulja Boy Tell Em' It's Gucci, Flocka! Scott Storch, Gucci Mane, we back at it. So Icey. Yeahhhhh [Chorus:] We smokin
at Can't none of y'all mirror me back Yeah hearin' me rap is like hearin' G. Rap in his prime I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over
Massengill Shady's got the mass appeal, baby, crank the shit 'Cause it's your God damn jam You say that you want your punchlines a little more compact Well, shawty, I'm that man
I to try to keep hope alive When I'm seeing dead babies floating by Damn, burning buildings, flamed up,they couldn't take da heat so they jumped. Man