You want to cuss and fight In the basement The kid want to cuss and fight In the basement Warm black rooster, worn, white hand The young kids got my name
Fly low ye carrion crow Seize my body for the debt I owe Drop me high into the depths below For the things I've seen, no one else should know It's just
Down south there's a gamblin' sport Where they throw cock-roosters in a pit Son, ain't syin' what's right or wrong. I'm just sayin' how it is One day
You want to cuss and fight In the basement The kid want to cuss and fight In the basement Warm black rooster worn white hand The young kids got my name
Fly low ye carion crow seize my body for the dead I owe drop me high into the depths below for the things I've seen no one else should know it's just
Senza fine tu trascini la nostra vita senza un attimo di respiro per sognare per potere ricordare quel che abbiamo gia vissuto senza fine tu sei un attimo
Ouh ouh ouh Black poule Vous etes pas cool avec les Black poules Vous dites qu'elle allume, qu'elle roule Black poule Mais dans son c?ur y' a de la houle
I laugh in your face Did you really think I have changed Well I can assure This time it's even worse It boiles in my veins Do you think I would forget
He's reigning down in the shadow lands again. Born as the bastard son, lost in his own pretension. Dastardly concerned, yet chipped away in time, You'
번역: 블랙 오크 아칸 사스. '콕을 싸우는.
번역: 살인자. 블랙 루스터.
: On a chicken-hunt, huntin' for a chicken Get paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin' Speakin' to the punk that's tweakin' With the bitch-ass styles
: He's reigning down in the shadow lands again. Born as the bastard son, lost in his own pretension. Dastardly concerned, yet chipped away in time, You
: Senza fine tu trascini la nostra vita senza un attimo di respiro per sognare per potere ricordare quel che abbiamo gia vissuto senza fine tu sei un
