The face of death is my best friend He lurks behind my favourite vent And though we meet we never speak I've got a feeling he's unique He looks so crushed
Пераклад: Мяккія Хлопчыкі. Перад тварам смерці.
death and have a kick and the twist 'cause niggaz be havin shit like bitches on Set It Off, dank niggaz be sniffin dark bank mission accomplished boss crack hard or soft
frown faces with heated ways (yeah!) With somethin in the trunk that thumpin just like bass Trust me, no mics, this shit gon' get ugly Before the boys
the way of things And how the boys face looked that day" Just before they took him away There is in that face and remember now Remember all them other faces
out I can break him off He taught me all the game, make them boys find our name but from point blank range show them fuckers we ain't soft I lost about
The Alley Well the cops they let their faces show and rips this holy night The streets alive with tough-kid jets in nova-light machines Boys flash guitars
Soft talking: What can we do with all this fucking pain Somebody stop the pain Singing: I finally look to paint a picture of my whole life And for
MATT But, soft what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon BOYS Who
Brooklyn, new york, flatbush to be specific Is the topic of the composition, so people, if it Offends, I recommend you get off, you soft tush Come down
things" And how the boys face looked that day just before they took him away The is? in that face and remember now, remember all them other faces And
powers And send this fucking hobbit back to the two towers ..............No I'm not stopping yet Bars of Death ain't done it ain't dropping yet I got jokes about your face
same old people on weak beats Monotonous, but I get the knock list And we on top of this Kill the noise You and your boys all sound the same Fill the
