choke, your insides fry Seizure now sets in Torture will begin Twisted bodies lie Waiting now to die Choke on it - as your tongue goes down Choke on it
Übersetzung: Death. Choke On It.
Seizure now sets in Torture will begin Twisted bodies lie Waiting now to die Choke on it - As your tongue goes down Choke on it - Death is all around
's a gangsta But don't put in work Instead of putting on the armor Niggas put on a skirt These drugs ain't helping It only making it worse And the
pop a clip and grip my nine tight Now it's on everday could be my last day That's why I blast on they ass as I past let the glass spray First you had
the barrel, I'll splatter it now. It's the venom, the momentum, you can feel it in the Viper Slither like a snake, choke a nigga like a lyfa. (GRRR!)
months, I'm having an E party for easter please come Sweet done (50 Cent) We gonna bring it to anybody who want it you want it? you gonna get it your name on it
on the floor With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall red on the ceilin, red on the floor, get a new whore Met on the second, wet on the
Give it to em, bring your gun Give it to em, bring your gun [Krayzie Bone:] Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all? ... to death, death, death
Flesh] We runnin' with no hoes, and the bigger Bone that's known for gettin' his swerve on and kickin' it on the stage (Off in the rag), gettin' my serve on
around. One punch make that ass lay on the ground. If you didn't know before, Then I'm sayin' it now. Yes, I'm sayin' it now. That you're gonna get injured
these feelings I have deserves to be in a song I wish I could just squeeze you 'til you was out of breath Grab you by your neck and choke you half to death
sweet drop of the bottle And dutiful sighing he said, "Oh the hemp 'twill be soon 'round me throttle - - And choke me poor windpipe to death. "Oh then sure it
Right off the top, then go back to the top And then repeat it (Ha) Write it down on the paper And still be able to read it (Sorry) I can't read, but
matches And still weren't found out (RIGHT HERE) From here on out it's the Chronic 2 Startin today and tomorrow's the new And I'm still loco enough To choke you to death
head on the floor With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall Red on the ceilin, red on the floor, get a new whore Met on the second, wet on
of death and I'm hearing people screaming The devil's spirit's trapped inside me and I want it out I'm on the couch bleeding to death in a haunted house
