you of your life Undead horror alive Pulling the trigger inside Out for blood, out for blood I want blood, I want you Out for blood, out for blood I want blood
Übersetzung: Die Krone. Out For Blood.
Out for blood - Out for blood We prowl the streets at night Blood hot - Heart cold In the shadows we await To feast upon your soul Out for blood - Out for blood
live holy cuz I see the Lord [Chorus] [Isaiah 6] For Whole earth is full of his glory And the foundations of the threshold tremble At the voice of him who called out
bun(block)traffic it's a slow riddim Jay-z have a move rough Dem buss di M-16 Some man a drive out pon dung Dem have di latest thing Machine fit inna
see me come around Bossman! Don't take bad man for clown Bossman! Glock fi move your head crown Bossman! Dis in a yuh own blood yuh drown Bossman! Bad
ain't no lie, Was just for the fun of killin' him and to watch him slowly die. And then to stop the United States of yelling for a trial, Two brothers
: Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall. She sees the bartender in a pool of blood, Cries out, "My God
. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail, Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out
ground. If I had rubies and riches and crowns I'd buy the whole world and change things around I'd throw all the guns and the tanks in the sea For they
: The iron hand it ain't no match for the iron rod, The strongest wall will crumble and fall to a mighty God. For all those who have eyes and all those
I cup the window I'm crippled and slow For the agony I'd rather know 'Cause blinded I am blindsided Would you really rush out for me now? Taught
Brandon Lee's Crow The tyrants taint your headsets with death Bleed cd's and rape your tape decks [Chorus] [Goretex] Industrial sludge Thuggin' for goons Buggin' out
run out WEED RUN OUT! Yuh senses must dumb out, Mi have a pound round a back deh a gwan sun out NAH COME OUT! Till the chalice bun out, NAH COME OUT!
grave! Worries are wasted, all cares put to ease... As the claw scratches us like fleas! Blood of the dog, a man is not a man Without blood on his hands
Blood Money And I'm a count it till they come for me The feds hate it They mistakin me for Blanco Buddies I'm puttin Blood, sweat and tears for this cash
re the son of your father Try a little bit harder Do for me as he would do for you With blood and water bricks and mortar He built for you a home You'
Forman Landing both both gloves to a low blow With no cup Leave you Speech-less like when Arrested Development broke up Carry a crow bar for egos that
