Übersetzung: Eat No Fish. Holy Silence.
Übersetzung: Eat No Fish. Biographie.
Montreal Next year it's the new Hummer Stash box with the llama drive through in the blue data bomba Heaven or Hell will prevail when I'm a goner Cuz I Eat
Train full loads of moldy bread Millions will still go unfed Acres full of dying wheat Burning brightly at our feet A billion tons of roasted fish Some
chase She fi know di sex limits stop at sixty eight (Mi deh a airport a wait!) Twist some gal wid air freight Cau di whole a dem di fish a run dung buddy
Got to eat what Catfish serve. Catfish, million-dollar-man, Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can. Even Billy Martin grins When the Fish is in
everyday - each and everyday. Yeah. These are the big fish Who always try to eat down the small fish, just the small fish. I tell you what: they would
name was bluebeard, he had a weird twitch We flew a blue flag up on a big stick And we ate bluegill, and we ate blue chips Oh, I felt real blue, eating that blue fish
is a curious beast My disobliging ways are a matter of habit If you offer me fish then I always want a feast When there isn't any fish then I won't eat
No urban radio, just country and pop beats I'm trying to shake these stereotypes So give me space please, let me air out my life I don't even eat fish
-' numbers! I have to eat you!" And that fish said, "Please, don't eat me, mister, please!" And he said, "I have to! I have to!" So the fish said, "Alright
: Sand is hurting my tender feet The air smells like rotting fish and solarcaine I hate the people on the beach With their towels and umbrellas, they
't be of God (2x) And if it makes your drummer sick Then you don't eat at a pizza buffet And if you want to eat grilled cod Then you don't order a fish
get enough from fish and poi He eat everything he don't care what He even eat the shell from the coconut Eat Ito eat all the night and the day Eat Ito eat
Mat back into Mathers Cuz I'm a fucking problem, Run boy! Every flow got it mastered So every last word that you fucking fags heard comes straight from the fishes
dirty Rollin' smoke in the back seat sippin' orange juice Bumping Blackstreet, suede wallets, Wallabees Pea soup Clarks, music blastin', laughin' with the whip in park Bodies for lunch, they eat
, don't hold that weight Ya'll just bait, I'm a fisherman, I own this lake When I catch fish, I fry 'em, to they back I flake I smash ya'll muthafuckas
your mind and destroy your home. In the end it'll only lead our country into ruin. [Ghostface Killah] We eat fish, tossed salads and make rap ballads
