the ritual Sick with it Sick with it Sick with it Sick with it Sick with it Sick with it Sick with it It's inside me I feel it growing Nowhere to
? Sick with it. Sick with it. Sick with it, sick with it... It's inside me I feel it growing nowhere to hide my anger's showing [repeat chorus]
Übersetzung: My Ruin. Sick With It.
ritual? Sick with it. Sick with it. Sick with it, sick with it... It's inside me I feel it growing nowhere to hide my anger's showing [repeat chorus
my round with a nigga Juvenile sicker than beef by the pound with it nigga Get ya town with it nigga And it'll be all over Come in here with gorillas
: Well, your railroad gate, you know I just can't jump it Sometimes it gets so hard, you see I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet With all these
through with you Don't get impatient when it takes to long And drink it all even when it taste too strong yeah I gotta feel alive, even if it kills me
something to do with your time (time) And quit fuckin' with us cause we ain't fuckin' with you And it must be fuckin' with you so much you must be goin
you? You gonna ruin my career you better get one, Like I'm a sit and fight with you over some slut bitch cunt that made me put up with her psycho ass
no names, ever since I broke up with what's her face I'm a different man, kiss my ass, kiss my lips, bitch why ask Kiss my dick, get my cash, i'd rather
it I'm just stuck on schoolin it Crazy coolin it show in you how I'm doin it Panic attack will ruin it Skitzophrenical lunatic [Chorus] [Esham (Violent
on - 2nd) Let me see my, my dogs [growls] Let me hear my, my dogs [Barks] [DMX (Over Chorus)] Uh, What, Uh, My Baby, My, Baby, That's my baby COME ON
1] But I finally found my soul sista Convinced I had it all fell in love quicker Been going through it all this time but I'm so sick of Your games I'm
Don't panic, panic, don't act too manic, manic) It's a sure fire way to ruin my day Just as soon as I'm on top of my life, there you are again But don
'm a bolder man I'mma pimp her, it's over man It's over man, it's over man [Missy] Oh is that your bitch Why she all in his six? With her hand on his
With only two songs Look at what I did Me and my nigga Wale let them suckas pass Till we fed up and wed up, When niggas keep they swag To the heart Ruin
be sick Thought she was my Annie Hall Or at least Ali MacGraw Now I feel so wilted It's a famine affair The whole attempt was shoddy Just put trash in my
want more I know you sick of all them girls They?re such a bore But it?s my time I need ya'll to roar Its my time I need ya'll to roar (what the hell
