I hear the calling Carry across the landscape I hear it echo from every city to every village upon the earth From every rooftop to every mountain Calling
Übersetzung: Killing Joke. Aufruf.
ha) Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill fuck with me And get your caps peeled You know, See [Chorus] Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops
: [Alice Cooper/Nikki Six/Mick Mars/Jim Vallance] A hundred numbers on my wall Some with names I sometimes call I drop a coin and watch it fall Tryin
on ah come up Ooooh, we don't wanna murda ya, and it's so mysterious How many niggas wanna kill us will they run up? Come kill me hater, murder with
and go Call my homey B-Rizzy in Mexico City Loose lips sink ships, faker faces got guilt Didn't mean to call you late, I need a hideout til.. cool, homey
killer cobra, It's Harlem USA I diddy bop and shop with Oprah, (Yeah nigga, what.) [Cee-lo, Chorus] Nigga what, From my voice I'm killing 'em, I shed
why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker! {*beat changes to 2Pac's "Hit 'Em Up"*} Kill Whitey! - Hahaha Kill Whitey! - Detroit!What?What? Kill Whitey! - .. yo, yo Kill
to Nelly And nobody out there feels me Take this 'fore you have to kill me And any player in my way, I'm foldin' Damn it, call holton [Chorus] [Eminem
kill more brains than Dr. Giggles So call us up if its urgent Dr. Kill Kill, yo fuckin brain surgeon Dr. Kill Kill, yo fuckin brain surgeon Dr. Kill Kill
of a thug caught a .45 slug I wish I was dead But I'm fucked up in the head Cause I'm kinda hesitant to kill myself But I hate life Life ain't nothin
end it all And people thinking this ain't real The belt is mine and I'm gon keep it that way Cause I'm the champ Blondy kill ?em, Blondy kill ?em, yo
dime dikes, with minds right, we choose Queens [Masta Killa] Yeah we wild like rockstars who smash guitars Yo son split his face with the toast, he ain't Ghost It's no joke
dime dikes, with minds right, we choose Queens [Masta Killa:] Yeah we wild like rockstars who smash guitars Yo son split his face with the toast, he ain't Ghost It's no joke
shot for you Here's a parting shot for you Your God's long dead So don't waste your time On overzealous hypocrites Who call chaos a crime Eat the rich Kill
way I sleep is in a cold sweat You think I'm crazy? You ain't see shit yet Cause I love to kill and kill for fun The microphone goes off Like a handgun
was like a hundred and five They worry about drunks, and late night truckers Old ass bitches try to kill mutherfuckers (Ha ha ha ha) This lady's got her
