will grow strong, surpassing the powers of man. You'll gaze at the heavens as blood fills your eyes; the time of your passing's at hand. Bastard son,
Übersetzung: Watch Them Die. Bastard Son.
excrement, Them 2dopeboyz is fairies they're Peter like boysenberries, Meet the scary, turn his white ass to a Jim Carry twin, A fuckin' sausage fest will them
tonight Oh looooord!!! (Heart and soul of New York City!!!!) Oh looooord!!! [Verse 1: Young Buck] (?) (*Young Buck's adlibs) I'm back, still got my Mac and my switchblade No love to them
'll just blaze up? Then froze for a sec, so I dipped quick, lift the mattress Aimed the biscuit at both of them bastards What ya'll excuse now (Yo, cuz
warning you (You bastards can't push us around - wanna fight?) I'll take you on [Raekwon] That nigga's twisted Stop playin with that clip man Close them
you bastards So take that.. blaow, blaow! Ghost, he still breathing Blaow, blaow! Anything after that it don't matter Your homies and your close relatives Even them
Freezin on them corners still holdin my crack Lookin up and down the block, the fuck is the dough at? Came from flat broke to lettin the dough stack You tell them
ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime Anything I'm on is a classic, any nigga ever had beef with, son is a bastard Anytime I spit, spit acid, L.O.
a cease but I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece Whylin on the Island, but now with Elmira better chill cause them niggaz will put
done She brought forth her bastard son And as the shepherds in the field Were keeping watch over their flocks at night An angel of the lord Said unto them
bitch with long hair with coke in her dairyaire Like smokin the thinnest air, I open the lamborghini Hopin them crackers see me like look at the bastard
bitch with long hair with coke in the derriere Like smoke in the thinest air I open the Lamborghini Hopin them crackers see me like look at da bastard
Hurtin third string players, first day in the game It's on, son, the Killa Bee swarm come Make the world shake with one continuous drum [Chorus: Method Man] Y'all Been Warned, about them
service, under pressure And mad nervous, waving guns at the clergy Ticallion, we ain't worried Keep them sick niggaz seven-thirty Picture this, watch the birdy This bastards
for cover, pull a trigger, watch em all turn to dust A ribbon in the sky, I watched his mom dukes cry Too bad her son had to die for startin up the two
home Flip the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome High voltage, keep my Seed and Wiz well cultured Kill enemies by mailin them the poison