bed of roses Lay me down upon a bed of roses Rats, rats, rats, beat a path to my door [Incomprehensible] build a better man trap And the rats will beat
Rats over the dishes Rats over the dishes Please tell me what the ratties say Please tell me what the ratties say Rats over the dishes And God was
Übersetzung: Kupplung. Ratten.
Rats over the dishes Rats over the dishes Please tell me what the ratties say Please tell me what the ratties say Rats over the dishes And God
in their clutches Looking kind of dismal that night Well the leader's name was Fats Swinging broken baseball bats Things got really frantic Starting jumping in their panic Hallucinating billions of rats
you with it, FUCK THEM THO' Niggaz can't come close enough to touch the dough The lifestyle I live is untouchable So we clutch a few, guns that'll touch
, get that money sack (uhh) These habitats ain't no place to raise a FAMILY AT These alley cats (ha) be at war with these dirty rats (uhh) So watch your
streets Johnny Quest From ASCAP to NASDAQ get that money sack These habitats ain't no place to raise family at These alley cats be at war with these dirty rats
again Eye for an eye and a tooth for the truth I ain't never seen a demon warp dealin' a Ring a ding rhythm or jukebox racket my Mind can't clutch the
clutches Looking kind of dismal that night Well the leader's name was Fats Swinging broken baseball bats Things got really frantic and starting jumping in their panic Hallucinating billions of rats
Deep in the heart of germany Lucy clutched her breast in fear She heard a beat of her lover's heart For weeks she raved in dreams he appeared From far
laces so this cat could save face The dunks and the gaze stayed in an off gray haze And the lump in his pocket talked to the ox that he clutched safe
Stench of death, the worm eaten flesh The wicked fires burn, I'm the last survivor left Trapped in this cage, locked up with the rats The vermin and filth
eye for and eye and a tooth for the truth I ain't never seen a demon warp deal'n a Ring-a-ding rhythm or jukebox racket my Mind can't clutch the feeling
will be a luxury I'm a SOVREINTY columnist fathering doom document Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant [Verse One] I know swamp rats
from the head rushin (uh) Wu Tang production Precussions bringin reprecussions I hold my mike sideways bustin (bustin) Another one bites the dust and Cardiac arrest Clutchin
- Double up, double up Two are in the middle Double up, double up Ropa-dopalong Double up, double up Two can play the fiddle Double dutch, double clutch
see you with it, fuck them tho' Niggaz can't come close enough to touch the dough The lifestyle I live is untouchable So we clutch a few, guns that'
