symbol Never ending suffering, suffering Treachery for a, for a soul Like a verdict of death, of death Breath, breath for dead Breath for dead Breath for dead, dead Death
Übersetzung: Stirnrunzeln. Atem für Death.
the trail, bloody as well Dead skin under my fingernails Crucifix, triple six, Esham's mackin' the funky mix Life after life, life after death Tell me I'm under holdin' my breath
are leaving port and the wine is smelling like death and You can smoke until there?s holes in your chest, until you?re breathing out your last cold breath
: I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown Sewer gutter blood runs through my system Death stopped by
am searching for you. Waiting, I am Coming. First Light, I am coming for you. Catch me if you can. He had the story of whisky on his breath and death
s, Prada on the breats Baddest, send him home with na na on his breath What? How you think a bitch got my rep? 3 Mills, still BK to the death Still don
lemonade And both got stomach aches Sprawled out in the shade. So bored to death you held your breath And I tried not to yawn. You made my frown turn
forty-somethings and rise Oh and if you wanna lose your frown Or your name or even your face Lick up a dream that seemingly sings with whistling neon breath
Dry your tears up and turn that frown upside down It'd be plenty to cry for, think life, not death You got much more to live for than to die for But
've got work to do I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown Sewer gutter blood runs through my system Death
tryin to be a billionaire When everyday yellin but my day closer to death Lovin every breath, No time to spare But I aint lookin for sympathy Gods strength
when fated frown And the wolf blew into town With a gruff puff puff,he puffed just enough,and the hey house fell right down (Blew it down) 1 and 2 were scared to death
D's, Prada on the breast Baddest, send him home with na-na on his breath What? How you think a bitch got my rep? 3 mills, still BK to the death Still
clown. And Ill do tricks for you, just like you want me to Ill do anything it takes just to hang around Ill paint a smile for you to cover up my frown
am searching for you. Waiting, I am Coming. First Light, I am coming for you. Catch me if you can. He had the story of whiskey on his breath and death
through crew for crew KRS, it's on you, baby True underground, Boogey Down got them runnin' around Comin' to town breakin' them all the way down And makin' them frown
, bloody as well Dead skin under my fingernails Crucifix, triple six, Esham's mackin' the funky mix Life after life, life after death Tell me I'm under holdin' my breath