're deceased Death is oh so strange The past no one can change What you can't predict Is how long you'll exist Open casket - open casket Life will
Übersetzung: Death. Open Casket.
re deceased Death is oh so strange The past no one can change What you can't predict Is how long you'll exist Open casket - Open casket Life will never
can change What you can't predict Is how long you'll exist Open casket - Open casket Life will never be the same Death can never be explained It's their
in the air tonight. but if you come back I'll be waiting with an open casket. I'll be waiting with an open casket to bury you alive. years of betrayal
t keep my nine straight, Sippin' on this Hennessy, waiting for the time to break, Show up and muthafuckas bow down, recognize Westside, Death Row, Outlaw
gettin' worried Teardrops and closed caskets The three strikes law is drastic And certain death for us ghetto bastards What can we do when we're arrested, but open
to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin at Prodigy Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death
CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets [Lawz] TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets
to die, Before I fry I hit the weed so I be forever high My eyes has seen so much in misery, So before I flee I open fire let the lord pick the first
And now they got me trapped in the storm, I'm goin crazy Forgive me; they wanna see me in my casket and if I don't blast I'll be the victim of them bastards
knife shall carve thee wings consumed by sickness, i ache to see your blood the hour approaches when i shall lay a nest inside of you sliced open i lay
fucked, and drip cum Change up the flow Kill every hoe slow I hang around death like Brandon Lee's Crow The tyrants taint your headsets with death Bleed
open, I wanna know where I'm going Is this the place I was destined to come, I slept in the slums Next to a bum, saw death pestilence and guns I was born
the guy named Q With blood stained clothes in my dining room Chewin on a cut off leg eatin people when they dead Eat their organs in some bread crack open
and power Ancient knowledge to be gained, through this sacrilege The hideous blasphemous act, is discovered later The casket lies open, and the corpse
War stories, funerals where feds be layin from a dreadful slayin Body viewing's at the wake Nigga sit stiff in his Ferrari, no casket with his eyelids still open
