Did you bury the carnival Lions and all Excuse me while I sharpen my nails And just who are you this time? You look rather tired (Who drinks from your shoe) Are you
Übersetzung: Waits, Tom. Wer sind Sie.
you bury the carnival Lions and all Excuse me while I sharpen my nails And just who are you this time? You look rather tired (Who drinks from your shoe) Are you
here to destroy you And there's a million of us just like me Who cuss like me; who just don't give a fuck like me Who dress like me; walk, talk and act
shit out of Nazis You claim you want to put in work Plotting to blow up a church See you devils are all the same You'll gun down a congregation in Jesus
mother warned you about me It's the nigga you love to hate Yo, you ain't doing nothing pops for the brothers What you got to say for yourself? You
[Verse 1] Thank you, Thank you, Thank you You're far too kind Hold you're applause This is your song not mines Thank you, thank you, thank you Please
it up in Duke's basement Groove time productions, we kept the jam jumpin Open up your ears Im tryin to tell you somethin And give some love back to those who
to destroy you And there's a million of us just like me Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like
wait I'm on a payphone please don't even try to put me on hold!! CHORUS Ok you're all listening to my song that's a good sign So either you bought
return of the .. oh wait,no way, you're kidding, he didn't just say what i think he did, did he? and dr.dre said... nothing you idiots dr.dre's dead
you love to hate Fuck you Ice Cube Yeah, run up punk It's the nigga you love to hate Yo, who the fuck you think you are calling girls bitches? You ain
world's wide open and you can do anything And you can go anywhere and you don't have to think About who you'll offend every time that you even blink
one might more accurately be termed a survival hymn. When you attend a funeral, It is sad to think that sooner or Later those you love will do the same for you. And you
." (Sorry about that) Whatever became of Hubert? We miss you, so tell us please. Are you sad? Are you cross? Are you gathering moss While you wait
