Swallow me as I become A living blaspheme Force fed by your tyrant Choke on the lies of the ancients So you are the demon to design my fate Disguise
swallow me as I become a living blaspheme. force fed by your tyrant. choke on the lies of the ancients. so you are the demon to design my fate. disguise
Übersetzung: Eighteen Visions. Das Nichts.
stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there The children were nestled, all snug in their beds While visions
were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there The children were nestled all snug in their beds While visions of sugar
were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of
you put your mouth on me (put it on me) I'm a put my mouth on you Together there ain't nothing we can't do (there's nothing) Any problem we can see it
inside of me? (1st Verse) I'm giving em a dilemma? The coming of a killer, the phantom of all niggas who wanna be "Nina"? But listen? I kill a bitch in a vision
s hot today He ran up out of bullets so I shot him in his chest He fell to the floor with his hands in the air His vision gettin blurry but you know I
were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there The children were nestled, all snug in their beds While visions of
MySpace mistress I didn?t take it personal When you ignored my request to be your friend I spilled my guts and hit send Waited two weeks for a response and got nothing
were hung by, the chimney with care in hopes that St. Nicholas would soon be there The children were all nestled, all snug in their beds while Visions
Verse) I'm giving em a dilemmaa?¦ The coming of a killer, the phantom of all niggas who wanna be "Nina"a?¦ But listena?¦ I kill a bitch in a vision
would be there; One, two, three, four, no, Dave, don't we wanna hear some more! The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar
in the mail by the middle of his summer Wouldn't have had to go if it wasn't for his newborn brother He was barely eighteen, murdering people even younger
have turned into desperation. please get undressed and lay beside me. before my cold, cruel world comes to an end. wasted by the sight of you. it's all for nothing
were hung by the chimney with care In the hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there The children were nestled all snug in their beds While visions
