[music: Webster, O'Brien]
번역: 식인종 시체. 피부에서 액체.
: [music: Webster, O'Brien]
For the ghetto media, don't let the light-skin fool ya', I will f**k you up. . . . when the thugs cry This is what it sounds like [this is
t drown me out [ghetts] You can't ever drown me out, the water supplies too low And I'm around 6'1, 10 stone I never seen someone drown with insufficient amount of liquid
you the DRAGONCHASER Call you the DRAGONCHASER You cover your skin With the blood of your victim But the leaf of an oak Leaves woundable spot The blood that you bleed Is liquid
B, it's just me and D-R-E You'll be in the ER, we are strapped with so much T-N-T We may blow, no, not even CPR from the EMTs Can help you to resuscitate
Mr. Jekyll, disrespectful Hearing voices in my head while these whispers echo "Murder murder Redrum" Brain size of a bread crumb Which drug will I end up dead from
hor's devoures To be dined from deep within your curves We merge devinely on liquid missions Climbing grinding finding climax with each position Naked skin
high when it strikes mid-knight in shining armor Cybernetic snake charmer All you can get Your sweat glands and pores in your skin Release spores from
I gets more trips than a little bit I smoked more dips than a little bit I'm not that regular when stepping I can't wait till I can fly Away from my competitor
words kill as fast as bullets? When you load negative thoughts, to the chamber of your brain And your mouth pulls the trigger that propels, wickedness straight from Hell From
that music just turns me on The marvelous bone crushin' assassin Appears to be blind in glasses Daredevil bang head with shovel iron skin Tony Starks, liquid
Graceful fat Sheba, she works with a meatcleaver Sweating behind the meat counter Her skin, it leaks liquid, the odour is sickly Her features aren'
head is the hat reaches up from the mat made of yeti His drinks are all laced with the liquid dye traces of his love Lunacy hid in the skin of a gasoline
