Let me show you now Buried in the box Buried in the box don't you try to blame me Buried in the box Buried in the box don't you try to shame me Buried
Пераклад: Клетка. Пахаваны ў скрынцы.
me show you now Buried in the box Buried in the box don't you try to blame me Buried in the box Buried in the box don't you try to shame me Buried in
To catch this big red lobster man Let's pop him in a boiling pot And when he's done we'll butter him up Kidnap the Sandy Claws, throw him in a box Bury
lobster man Let's pop him in a boiling pot And when he's done we'll butter him up Kidnap the Sandy Claws Throw him in a box Bury him for ninety years
him in a boiling pot And when he's done we'll butter him up [LOCK, SHOCK & BARREL] Kidnap the Sandy Claws Throw him in a box Bury him for ninety years
big red lobster man Let's pop him in a boiling pot And when he's done we'll butter him up Kidnap the Sandy Claws Throw him in a box Bury him for ninety
in a boiling pot And when he's done we'll butter him up [LOCK, SHOCK & BARREL] Kidnap the Sandy Claws Throw him in a box Bury him for ninety years
do? For this micpiece du' I'm like a sniper, hyper off the Ginseng root PLO style, Buddha monks with the owls So who's the fuckin man? Meth-Tical On the chess box
a boiling pot And when he's done we'II butter him up LOCK, SHOCK, AND BARREL Kidnap the Sandy Claws Throw him in a box Bury him for ninety years Then
him in a boiling pot And when he's done we'll butter him up LOCK, SHOCK, AND BARREL Kidnap the Sandy Claws Throw him in a box Bury him for ninety years
Intro: Nobodys getting rid of me, I'm staying, staying until your all dead and buried Till you rot in your graves, you'll never get rid of me never!! (
brave and breath away Had enough symphonies of sorrow Be so brave and breath away Masterpiece of treachery Kept my thoughts buried in a box With it
mouth I'm darin' ya, coz you apparently doubt That I will merrily bury ya, without care when the sheriffs is out And go that devout terrorist route You box
pound Is like jumping out of building grabbing napkins on the way down My impant I scarred, I'm anti-star Though I shine like one buried underground
sodden with tears On behalf of the acting profession. Each star playing a part Seems to expect a Purple Heart. It's unorthodox to be born in a box, But
