game Feel the pain It leaves no stain (leaves no stain) Feel the pain The name of the game Feel the pain Feel the pain Feel the pain Feel the pain Feel the pain Feel
Übersetzung: Tool. Feel The Pain.
this s**t yet Thug style baby, hands on my pistol, listen I'm a ridah Every ni**a breathin pay attention Bout to show you motherf**kers how it feel,
I die bury me a motherfuckin G A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece Thug Life motherfucker
nigga spit See me on the street, see these cowards bolt when I aim Now see this nigga leak, faggot should of noticed my pain All these cardboard killers
gon' surface I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete It's like a nigga feel better after
anymore Can't take no more Feel stucked Feel the same Agony torture and hate Fucked up deep down Feels like there is not way out Pain in the soul Pain
his garment Dagger should be the tool of a clump. I'm a fool, you see Maxi Jazz in background: it's not... Pauline: Why should such violence, such pain
full of pain it don't matter what i feel inside as long as the job i'm working gets done on time the boss man says works getting slow pack up your tools
Out Its Shellz Exchanged, I Wanna See Deez Niggaz Die, Die Make Dey Momz Feel Hella Pain Walk Around Like I Got A Broom In My Pants, Thatz A Fuckin A.K., Heavy Tool
in stone. We're set in stone Strike of thirst in hell it's sought. By devil night we bought. Heaps of pain, tools of war. Towards my painful ever sore
day one, bring you tool That nigga stick you and play dumb, hate a bitch-ass Who care where you came from, you ain't prepared for when the pain come,
to die, so I chose Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap And shatter the glass and second half on
life So the Mizery sat in the angels now becoming ice As mom got I'll and iller, when it hurts her he can feel her To the strain of the pain made of bane
The hours seemed days as I thought: "Yes... Death is a Godsend, for power sooths my pain..." [Diegu:] You can't say you're healing It's ought to feel
take a fat shit Right up in your cum dumpster Feces and jizz are my tools of the trade Bow to me you whore, as I make you feel worthless Sanctify
bones severing and Disposing of the mangled tragedy Changing methods of their torture, burning of my victims, six feet under Take the probing tool
guide when eyes grow dim When ears grow deaf with empty words When I know there's life within May the spirit never die Though a troubled heart feels pain
