way I fell cracked the face of my watch My mans chantin' me on like "Run son! Don't go up in the spot" Jettin' through bushes and backyards, neighbors
a nigga for real, we eat ya food Like dog, muthafucka, in replace of a meal Give you a two hour car chase, flying through lakes and bushes Holding the
Berlin Ich tote Bush und komm in Assassin'paradies Hook (Criz): Kampfbereit schwer bewaffnet wir kommen mit Morderrap Punks gehn ein schwer gebustet wir bomben
shit will cause people to riot and flip The way I think, I?ve been classified as violent and sick I?m like a time bomb, the CIA designed me to tick Designed
candles on crates of C4 Why they rich and why we poor? If he Jacob do that make him Esaw? Is Colin Powell really Bush as Igor? Why did terrorist attack
the ones who still believe And we?re looking for a page In that lifeless book of hope Where a dream might help you cope With the Bushes and the bombs
uns lacht laut! Verse 2: Das is nich Hollywood! Ich schreib Punches aus Antrax und werf mit Bomben, als war ich Olli Bush! Das is mein Blut, ein Herz
ain't because I'm a bitch It's because I ain't a bitch, I don't endanger people that I'm with I'm a general, I ain't Bush, I don't send my soldiers to
ed apro un conto milionario RIT (x2) Ted Bundy, testi caldi, stessi tagli, Mi-Res Crew li tira su bastardi Sedici anni e avanti, sedici, sei anti-Bush
I stab my hook in that Can't stop lickin my chops, watchin her walk, n now I'm look at them pair of apple Bottoms n that bomb donka that she put in that
fils a caractere ne parle plus te regarde dans les yeux, ses yeux secs ne pleurent plus, a chaque anniversaire les cadeaux deviennent des bombes, des
: [Chorus] Bomb First niggaz You gotta hurt niggaz Put in work niggaz God made dirt niggaz It don't hurt niggaz Drama ain't certain niggaz But death
on 9-11 And a man named Bush on a search for weapons Now here come the U.S., to crush Saddam Wit 88 thousand tons of missle and bombs But his family'
for him And no he ain't gonna drop no dollas, but he do drop bombs R.I.P. Tay cuz he died in the storm, fuck president (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush See us in
margins so far to the left that I ended up writin on my desk. Yes I'm from a concrete jungle, that will make your set look like bush gardens, test. Who
Gazastreifen brennt und ganz Beirut wieder weint, Jito, es tut mir leid dass du fluchten muss und dein Ziel nie erreichst Die Bomben hageln auf Ibrahim
you wuss, you can't push push in the bush Well uh, let's take a journey to hell and beyond Where the bomb grows on palms, and bags labelled Cheech and
bab Tell mi suck mi Mom & Dad Now you deh pon "Jesus Christ oh my God" Boy a run Cell Block bruk him back like a crab A nuh Bush, a we drop bombs over