번역: SOAP. 우주에서 길을.
Roethlisberger I go bezerker than a fed up post office worker A Merc her with a Mossberg I'm pissed off, get murdered Like someone took a ketchup squirter Squirted a Frankfurter For a
lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga You must wanna throw the towel in holmes, it's your man B.D. From N.Y.C., the N.Y.G. M.O.P., and X
[Music by: P. Wagner] [Lyrics by: P. Wagner] [a. The devil's triangle] Tell the press that we can't say more, there's nothing that we know 'bout for
'll explode, just like I were a bomb flying over Vietnam high with my Uncle Tom. Or sitting in a cabin having a sip of tea, while a parrot sings a
their world With dyed hair and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand
-a-k-e-n-o-p-r-i-s-o-n-e-r-s john darnielle: i crawled down to the basement when the weather got cold, like a lost lamb returning to the fold, and when
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it's time to explode I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O A space age hip-hop superhero 'Cause I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O A space age hip-hop superhero
let 'em know, B.Y.O.B. from the get go [*ahem*] I'd like to propose a toast To the grossest host, Space Ho's Coast to Coast That destructo ray's a played
tickets to resurrection Forever destined to a place where N-S never rest in Headed in hell's direction Lost at the crossroads and intersection Should've wore a
of a fascist dictator. It was a callous and savage piece of electioneering Designed to cover up horrific domestic problems. At a time when a peaceful
. CHORUS: I?m a bad ass B-Boy Two triple O. A space age hip-hop Superhero I rock the block with glocks And brass knuckles. A pocket full of weed And a
O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S [Verse 3:
a (Yeah, we came a long way man can't break this shit now) Little bit lonely and you're never coming around (L.E.O.P.A God bless the child with peaceful
wanna throw the towel in holmes, it's your man B.D. From N.Y.C., the N.Y.G. (IT'S) M.O.P., and X to the Z is a friend of our family (YEAH MY NIGGA) For
