Übersetzung: Cruel Creator. Lil Trig.
Übersetzung: Cruel Creator. Mord fähig.
really, really loud! Y'all wanna rumble, I'll bust them, rush them! Trust him, never! On a whole 'nother level. If God The Creator, then y'all niggas'
is dry blood beast Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine amassing for warfare on innocent herdsman who are just dying O great creator
is a dry blood beast Guerilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen who are just dying O great creator
fans, keepin y'all in health Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart conditionin which I create, cause
vision of the cosmos of a planet wracked in pain Far off sensors detect chaos billions more are slain We have thrown a party The guests are set aflame Create
flames, compressed existent space. Whenst I was born, in a time when only the hand of fire ruled, I was marked with a cruel extraterrestial sign. I was
I reside on my throne and behold: Stone after stone shaped to become the construction of my invincible fortress. "Behold my imperial rise - godfather in heaven... I will create
all. Love is, love was, love is a manifestation. I'm waiting for a contact to call. Love's war. Love's cruel. Love's pretty, love's pretty cruel tonight
There goes yo day Every scare Everywhere Knows bogay This life is too soft Haters more true talk I hate the way that you cough Hate you when you blew off You coofa Your crueler
: The city is calling everybody is searching for the keys to all the prisons that the cruel and kind intention can create the boys and girls of winter
I'm so sick of sucking the dick of this cruel cruel city I've forgotten what it takes to please a woman But that's all gonna change (2x) Now the freaks
all. Love is, love was, love is a manifestation. I'm waiting for a contact to call. Love's war. love's cruel. Love's pretty, love's pretty cruel tonight
all Love is, love was, love is a manifestation I'm waiting for a contact to call Love's war, love's cruel Love's pretty, love's pretty cruel tonight
I commit crimes there 'em a scratch But I'm black and I'm trapped and I can't turn back I was raised as a cruel kid Because the streets taught me More
my soul On the road you walk in silence There's only darkness by your side The roots of evil grow and thrive In the world that mankind's created The
