kids are back so just remember the, the kids are back the kids are back oh, watch out the kids are back the kids are back the kids are back the kids are
kids are back So just remember the The kids are back, the kids are back Oh, watch out, the kids are back The kids are back The kids are back The kids
kids are back so just remember the, the kids are back the kids are back oh, watch out the kids are back the kids are back the kids are back the kids
Übersetzung: Twisted Sister. The Kids Are Back.
you I don't care who you are I'll shit on you I don't give a fuck about you or your car Fuck your house Fuck your jewelry And Fuck your watch Fuck your wife Fuck your kids
front of the teacher like in school detention And I forgot to mention cooking kids in the kitchen Cleaning kids in the kitchen you can say that I'm dishin' And these kids
is my Roots for my peoples with the plats and braids are twist clean, cuts or fros beneath the hats and do the dance, does I boogie backs to relax --
you I don't care who you are I'll shit on you I don't give a fuck about you or your car Fuck your house Fuck your jewelry And fuck your watch Fuck your wife Fuck your kids
on you, I don't care who you are I'll shit on you, I don't give a fuck about you or your car Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry And fuck your watch, fuck your wife Fuck your kids
song for you. [Verse Three] Syke! Aaahhh, the rawness is back. Tell your boys the Lord uses the rawest of raps. The hardcorest of tracks cause hardcoreness attracts. Some hymns are
I will shit on you I don't care who you are I'll shit on you I don't give a fuck about you or your car Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch Fuck your wife, fuck your kids
shit on you I'll shit on you...girl you know I'll shit on you...bitch or men I'll shit on you...i will shit on you [swifty:] I remain fatter than gluttony Tapin' bombs on the back
