When you're lookin' in the mirror there is no one in sight Do you really know who you are So ya wanna change your life Do you really know who you are
Übersetzung: Schlachtung. Do Ya Know.
shit in between Bout green can't forget about Josephine Know what I mean? Don't get caught in none of those areas Or six people will carry ya, niggas'll bury ya
out (aiiiite) We goin all out, watch ya motherfuckin mouth niggaz (That's right, fuck these fag niggaz) Do it, do it, do it [2Pac] Come hell or high
covers Beyonce' - Game taller, man slaughter, I ain't feeling you brothas Eyes like the ocean Mos Def - Ma, I got some lotion Hold ya thighs
a pothead And everybody knows it's so drop dead If you will oppose it I'm the one whose burning Back by popular demand Wait no not yet, no one even knows
value than lives Humanity is dumb humanity is blind You think ya got the knowledge Locked up into your mind Don't you know the true wisdom's To keep
for ya To turn the corner so he can corner ya, your a goner he's onto ya, . Out the corner of his cornea; he just saw ya run. All ya want is to rest,
as the cold wind blows When it snows and it's twenty be-low Ask me why man I just don't know know know know know know know I'm as cold as the cold wind
I double what y'all got Ya hotshots aint got blocks, ya punta muchacha From the days in school, now a motherfucker rule And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya
How's little Tofu? What!? She grew another head? Well, ya gotta lay off that LSD y'know, kinda makes your offspring goofy-looking. So, how do ya hide
Let 'em know!) Do you... (Let 'em know!) Do you... (Let 'em know!) Know who you fuckin' with?! Know who you fuckin' with?! Do you... (Let 'em know!) Do
: [Verse 1] I-C-E B-E-R-G What's that spell? Iceberg, nigga, can't you read? Time to bleed, slaughter, slice Try to say I wasn't nice as we waxed them
: Jiggle my mutha fucken balls bitch. Insane Clown Posse back in this mutha fucka Hey yo Violent J, whats up? It's Christmas, time for a slaughter Maybe
Home to the killer cops beating on my ass Home to my '72 Velarick, praying it will last Pass by the rich bitches trying to play me out Dawging on my neighborhood, don't know
to the dead Gather round my dead friends And witness the bizarre, horrid dictales As told to you by your favorite Serial clown slaughterers the ICP So
am'mean? Behind the Stained Glass II gon' be a lil bit harder Hahahaha, welcome to the Slaughter House Put on my gloves, it's ova! Geah, you know the
Mack, so buster bitches watch yo back We creepin' in comin', in bumin', breakin' ya off some proper Deliverin' in killin', mackin' preparin' ya for the slaughter
