Red lights gleaming screaming You entice this time Can't you see I'm teething? Bleeding from inside For you I will not lust For you I will not bust Which
and soul manufactured To control everyone I am you and you are me My sonic death monkey Dancing together as we were free My sonic death monkey Resistant
{Hey, Lynch.} Yeah. {Have you seen my gerbil?} Hm? {My gerbil, have you seen it?} Uhh.. no?
a?? not suicidal, bored to death (youa??re nothing more than aa?¦) Shaved Monkey build your tomb making ghosts out of good men (youa??re just a) Shaved Monkey
Red lights gleaming screaming. You entice this time. Can't you see I'm teething? Bleeding from inside. For you I will not lust. For you I will not bust
Übersetzung: Eighteen Visions. Sonic Death Monkey.
linked out the window with the beam on set Made up my mind I'm a kill him when I see him no sweat Make a bet I ain't gon put his monkey ass on a shelf
black wit a sparkle grill You see, we tote macks, Glocks, and choppers Playin wit them hoes, nigga slip we got ya Rest in Peace, Hooley Hoo, 13 'til death
of death surrounds you Hey, you're a fool you Stick them needles in your arm I know I been there before One little problem that confronts you Got a monkey
s the deal nigga?) I'm tired of these mother fucking niggas man! (Hey yo what's the deal with these little mother fucking monkey's man?) Yeah son I just
G-string 'cause I ain't seen no panty line For those of y'all who don't know, just what that Puddin Tame mean, It's that monkey, that kitty cat, that
denim and leather are you faded and frayed Institute lackies with hot bourbon breath White coats and needles Johnny like to scare you to death Dear Johnny
mourn,I guess that's why I live the life of misery Forever through eternity My mama was a junkie, I was born into this world a crack baby My bottle was brass monkey
: "Today boys and girls we have a special speaker in the house tonight And he's gonna teach you about life and death" I was born a God damn failure
Tip the most ugly child Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the corner bum everyday Tip the New York whore in the sleigh Tip the carosel girls, and monkey
old pimps who mack hookers Putting dope in the cook, searching for her vein Tracks all over her arms, she never felt the pain The monkey on her back
