stays open all night Out for love You know we're out for love babe Love, love, love Out for love You know we're out for love There's no control, it'
Übersetzung: Schlachtung. Out For Love.
money orientated, initiated as a thug Fiendin for wicked adventures, ambitious as I was Picture a nigga on the verge of livin insane I sold my soul for
we goin' all out Nigga [chorus - 2X] fool, you better go all out keep goin' all out all my niggaz goin' all out without a muthafuckin' doubt [EDI
come through, you know I'm armed with both straps One filled with hollow tips, the other in the gold pack You could call me "Southern Slaughter" when I beat a bitch out
walkin' Hand me down my walkin' cane. Heart burnin', still yearnin' Got to get you out of my miserable brain. All my loyal and my much-loved companions
: Here's my story, it's sad but true. Yeah right. Yeah! You see I love women. But I can't pick just one, And like I'm sure I'll settle down one day.
charmander. And I got your chick Wetter than a blastoise She said I'm sexy And she love my raspy ass voice. I'll turn the stage into a slaughter house
up come down spreading love pon di town move yo body to da sound and dance all around this is how we celebrate di loce we fight for killing all the prejudices
jour Sure as hell they won't play anything new Oh yes I love you really Classic Rock Radio Oh my dear it's time for bed Time for you to go Everyone is
flow man, soul cleansed Got a brand new soul man Cause lightning struck my plane's wings and energized my things Now I'm out lookin for that brass ring
in their nipples Wait There's been a slaughter here (Don't stop to speak or look around Your gloves and fan are on the ground We're getting out of town
and tickle under grisly garments With all the style and finesse of the purchase of armaments Compassion went out of fashion That's all your concern meant Sweat it out for
'n' tickle in inquisitive garments With all the style and finesse of the purchase of armaments Compassion went out of fashion, that's all your concernment Sweat it out for
d come out of this slump, rise from these ashes Come right back on they asses, and go Mike Tyson on these bastards And Imma show 'em, blow 'em out the
Til it makes her queef and sounds like a fucking whoopy cushion Who the fuck is you pushin', you musta mistook me for some sissy Soft punk looking for
DMX] Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water Everyday I show another how a I love a slaughter Flood your daughter, full of more holes than spurges Taxin businessmen for
for the weed spot Anthony Acid for the party on the roof top Custom made jewels, I got my own spot Like my chain all chunky, and my ladies so lovely V