Oh girl, I'm mad about you I'm mad about you Can't you tell When I look in your eyes I'm mad about you I'm mad about you I go crazy with All of the
Übersetzung: Schlachtung. Mad About You.
like a dump truck With bundles of smelling like a skunks butt Slaughter any dumbfuck, messing with the come up Like Mario with a green shroom, got 1up On anybody cause you
you" with a capital I Look who's back to antagonize You don't like it? You can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and die You right back like a maggot
go pop, oh, stop Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast I, only f-ck with mailmen with heroin from Boca N-ggas that'll smoke you while you staring
filled with flaming pus Sleazy, he wont talk to us Fondle fish in way illegal Coffin filled with dirty needles Chorus: Blimey! Blimey! What do you de when you
feel? When you smile I see you frown I'm Bout It, Bout It, leavin' you drown and will You try to explain, when you know you been crossed So I'ma let
You still the same lame from a year ago I know you aint raw You aint graduated with the gladiators You're jus practice for the young assassinators Ey, you know you
to go pop, oh, stop Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast I, only f-ck with mailmen with heroin from Boca N-ggas that'll smoke you while you
devil caught pneumonia, and it made me sick as hell You niggas counting me out can get the riches still You're all in the Matrix, should've picked a different pill You about
] Wu-Tang Clan, West Coast, Killa Beez Mad axes, mad axes, mad axes [sample:] "What do you call yourself, politically and how do you define it?"
engraved All my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers The young hunger, blind to these lies, they die younger In this New World the Order slaughter
go get high 'Cause I get paid real good to talk bad about a bitch And you bought it, so don't be mad I got rich Ask your grandparents, is life the same
court You know what I'm sayin'? It's all about the money, baby If it ain't about the money, it ain't about shit To all you niggas runnin' 'round here
Said fuck you, with a capital "I", look who's back to antag-gonize You don't like it, you can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and die You right back
million records worldwide later I'm living in a house with a fucking elevator Haters getting mad, they done had enough of Shady You slay me, nothing you say matters enough that you
gets Niggas expect me to go pop, oh, stop Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast I only fuck with mailmen, with heroin from Boca Niggas that'll smoke you while you
-ggas expect me to go pop, oh, stop Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast I, only f-ck with mailmen with heroin from Boca N-ggas that'll smoke you while you
