blasphemy The crown of Death is gonna kill 'em all! The royal 5 is gonna kill 'em all! This deathmachine is gonna kill 'em all! Star of blasphemy - The Crown
Übersetzung: Die Krone. Kill 'em All.
of blasphemy The crown of Death is gonna kill 'em all! The royal 5 is gonna kill 'em all! This deathmachine is gonna kill 'em all! Star of blasphemy - The Crown
But you might feel better if I gave you some cash The more I think about it, Old Billy was right Let's kill all the lawyers, kill 'em tonight You don
but I ain't a flowered star So I'mma fuck all fifty fans Look, whether you like it or not, right in ya spot All in your grill, wearin' the crown, airin' em
a slain victim Sluts I abduct get fucked, and drip cum Change up the flow Kill every hoe slow I hang around death like Brandon Lee's Crow The tyrants
a cocaine cowboy (cowboy) [Verse 1: Akon] Some stone cold killers With a pocket full of triggers Here to terrorize your town boy Considered to be the realist Of all
your bad How could you pass up on em? He just take the records And he gas up on em Wayne will prolly put a million cash up on em Surprised no one ever
McCoy, You little boys can't even fill voids, Party's over kids, kill the noise, Here come the kill joys, Me and Dre steel alloys, The rap crown royals
:] All right! All right! All right everybody set off down! [man 1:] Oh, please! [man 2:] Come on now, now! KHM! [Chorus: Sample] Rhymes it all! [scratches
showed you the light [Tell y'all, didn't I tell y'all, didn't I tell y'all, didn't I tell y'all?] And now you're dancing so fast and so free [
found out they never dared to seize the world and shake it upside down and every stinking bum should wear a crown Sayin' I cry for love till all the
lights, hit the lights Tell them all, tell them tell them hard... So hit the lights, lights, lights So hit the lights, hit the lights Tell them all,
the dragon statue made of marble They wanted the novel of the Street Apostle The thieve gospel, what was in the book that had 'em all nervous? What was
bitch's soft, gimme back the souls And all the freedom you stole Take back all the slum evil you sold Read 'em in scowls, these are the scrolls Now let
on! [Chorus] [Killah Priest] I lay rappers down, with the mac or the pound Pop 'em, stretch 'em out with they backs to the ground Leave 'em lost in
: But brothers would it kill us to change? And chain 'em up in prison when it filled 'em with hate, cause ain't a difference It's pound for pound the