Can't wait to fail. Can't wait to quit. Can't wait to give up on any change of greatness. Where is the game? Where is the brick? Where is the shred of
Can?t wait to fail. Can?t wait to quit. Can?t wait to give up on any change of greatness. Where is the game? Where is the brick? Where is the shred
Übersetzung: Sick Of It All. Kann es kaum erwarten Quit.
lot I'm murderin niggas that point to shoot it If it ain't black owned than we loot it Burn this bitch down, let's do it We ain't marchin' we ain't talkin
t Bone! [Chorus: Krayzie Bone] I hope you realize that you ain't Bone You ain't Bone Why don't you realize that you ain't Bone? Nigga, you ain't Bone
And drag you like a cigarette No, I ain?t smoked in years But the thought still gets my lips wet Now, easy does it, was easy as it was to quit But I
strawberry, pineapple, orange! [x4] [Verse 1:] Got a dick, it's as big as a banana I try to control it, but I can't. It's too tough, it's like an AK
what you hollerin' my name for? It's your bitch on my dick, ain't my dang fault, man I can't call it (Hook) Seduction, seduce Ain't nobody who's as
wounded, all they did was ballooned it. Im sick of talking bout this tattoo's Cartoon did. Thats why i tuned it out, im sick of duking, they can suck
say it In front of y'all and I don't gotta be frost or sugar coated at all I just get on a mic and spit it and whether you like to admit it I just shitted
such a sick puppy Fuck it a sick duck, I'm on my duck sick mummy And my nuts, lick, gobble 'em up trick, yummy Bitch you don't fucking think that I know
the scanners It's Can-i-bitch on some "Stan Lives" shit It creeped me out at first. Man this is sick For me, being just a sick, this conflict Gets my
lot of dick Boy/girl groups make me sick And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public I'ma love it.. (hahaha) Vanilla Ice don't like me (uh
hahah, Shady records, still aftermath and don't think we can hear you muthafuckas talking, cause we can't, we don't hear y'all, so we're just gunna sit
ravenous, blood-sick creatures searches for it's sacrifice Through the hideous darkness, it lurches, driven by death itself Only the satisfaction of slaughter will cause it
night gone wrong. You can't be used for living. At least your good for one thing: You're the reason for this song. I can't hold myself down, can't be
KP] It's coming! It's coming! [Girl] Why is y'all runnin? [KP] It's over, it's coming [Girl] Where y'all going? What y'all running for? [KP] It's over
