of the ride 'Cause you didn't like my looks 'Cause I'm not in the fashion books Admit it, you had some fun Just remember, I'm not the only one Moral threat
't understand why don't like me (?) (?) (?) (?) a moral threat to you (that's how you see it) a moral threat to you (and you don't need it) a moral threat
번역: 헌팅턴, 에디. 도덕적 위협.
번역: 사회적 왜곡. 도덕적 위협.
system is slow it's true So we'll have to take care of you You're only safety is suicide Face it buddy it's the end of the ride [Chorus] Moral Threat
had the nerve to say I had a gun (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man for twelve years I had to run (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And ain't a threat on my family, dogg (THAT'S CRAZY
highness, Black Rob, Spanish Harlem's finest (Your highness) I be the PD world tourer, Harlem horror Catch me in a Lex 470 or the Explorer The underworld figure, mo morals
go on I heard a word, suicide And not from one, but from thousands that tried Want some attention and a little less regret A teenage fluff, little threat
had the nerve to say I had a gun (Oh, that's crazy) Man for twelve years I had to run (Oh, that's crazy) And ain't a threat on my family, dog (Oh, that
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Morale is short and my heart and my brain and spirit's out of order And now the Lord ? how thou recorda (Ehr) Fallen angel warrior
The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying. Pointed threats,
The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying Pointed threats,
When freedom is in hiding from morality when you've finally scrubbed this great land clean of those values you hold in such high esteem when you've finally
bastard that I am Sly what the fuck a slick sick son of a bitch Silly little rabbit don't you know `Trix` are for kids This is what the moral to the story
