and my mind for removing the ceiling Revealing a movement of people who dreamin And fightin for peace so they can't be defeated My reason is blind if you follow my meaning Tongue
Übersetzung: Die Zunge. The Punch.
dark, dark night for destruction But we'll be alright You feel the fast heartbeats on your chest so even the deaf man can dance To the punch fest, to the punch
definition to the word curve got chicks in the strip club envyin hers body's like weapons of mass eruptions sit the glass on that fat obstruction tongue
new definition to the word Curve, got chicks in the strip club envyin her. Body's like weapon, a mass irruptions, see the glad on that phat obstruction, tongue
his anger He's screaming some words at the top of his lungs Until he begins to feel younger But back at his desk in the city we find Our trembling punch
mean hooker, I'm not gonna tussle, I'll cut you And that goes for any nigga who think that they better than me Punch in his face, fuck him up mentally
hidden in the snow. And it shows, king of the winter bitter and froze, with a head full of blackouts breakin through the ropes and I choke, at every little punch
smack your head with a bat The bloody splat, crack with impact Wind it back, whack your cheekbone Stomp your nose in until it's gone Pick you back up and punch
and Kris'll play the grass I just ate MC's, cause why? ABC whipped! Illegal cuts that ass, the way that I will punch you wouldn't think I was a kid G,
more information then your local library Some girls I'm kissin and others I'm dissin But you don't know what you been missin Make a fresh tongue twista Could give your tongue
It's the bottom of the ninth nigga go up on third What type of pitcher don't throw no curve You a motherfuckin dodo bird I never bite my tongue or hold
nigga who comes, check and see ya ex and skeet Can't remember me cause I stay on the tip of her tongue I make the bitches bounce, pop a duck get 'em found
cats still wanna wage war I'm the one promoters pay more, you who they pray for You're far from a heavyweight, I step in the ring Weave and bob your "punch
Play no games, speakin on my name, you catch a clipful from close range, diggin in your pocket, take the loose change [Method Man] Punch the data in
happened to jeans so tight, Friday nights Whatever happened to lover's lane Whatever happened to passion games Sunday walks in the pouring rain Curling tongs
mean hooker, I'm not gonna tussle, I'll cut you And that goes for any nigga who think that they better than me Punch 'em in his face, fuck him up mentally
