Übersetzung: Doa. Dead Men Tell No Tales.
i backed up the van i squished him again. chorus: dead men tell no tales. dead men don't try blackmail, they smell bad and they're kind of pale. yes, dead men tell no tales
dead 'twas then he'd roam through the halls of the palace keep but nevermore to sleep now the century's past the fates shall tell the tale woe to the
army to stop a big invasion? Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get
just got them new o.g.c. and whatnot It's madd, crazy bangin kid Yo uhh I just, givin y'all a call To tell y'all how dope all y'all are You like, one
wasn't big around one A.D. So he got himself a job in the palace band Where he heard about three kings In the desert sand Let me tell you children
Can't a motherfucker out here breathe and tell you no different, bitches [Chorus] [Willie D] Here it is, motherfucker, let the champagne hold K-si-si pimpin, Willie D
there's no army to stop a big invasion? Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where
just got them new O.G.C. and whatnot It's madd, crazy bangin kid Yo uhh I just, givin y'all a call to tell y'all how dope all y'all are You like, one
if there's no army to stop a big invasion? Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub?
for dead 'twas then he'd roam through the halls of the palace keep but nevermore to sleep now the century's past the fates shall tell the tale woe to
O.B.B. see TV, call B.I. Tell him to tell D.I. to come see me Wit' a bag of knuckle-head And who am I to give a fuck about the next man? Who care if he
t big around one A.D. So he got himself a job in the palace band Where he heard about three kings In the desert sand Let me tell you children that at
're wounded from the hurricane Fuckin with G-O-D can be a deadly game Don't be a fool, fake moves and face and ever-lastin dead pool I 'scape from the
