die Your name became Judas the moment I helped you Should've just let it all lie If Mammon's the reason for killing your hero Choke on your evil disguise
Übersetzung: High On Fire. Speed \u200b\u200bWolf.
leave the Devil in the dust No remorse, I won't shed a single tear I race towards tomorrow Speed on Speed on and on Speed, speed on You can try and
I leave the Devil in the dust No remorse, I won't shed a single tear I race towards tomorrow Speed on Speed on and on Speed, speed on You can try and
rub a dust off [*Roadrunner speeds off*] Peace to Wile E. Coyote and Fog Leghorn Sylvester, Tweety, the rest of the gang (that'sss right) On tree, the
by my bed With Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head When I was in school I ran with kid down the street But I watched him burn himself up on bourbon and speed
on fire Who's gonna free you when you're caught in barbed wire Rambo's hooked on heroin, Mike Hammer is on speed Marlowe's shooting milk, Nero Wolfe is
and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me? [Chorus: Eminem] Come on an everybody come on an Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on an Cause we get it on
- he's alive Devil's dancer - he's alive Take a lot of speed Distant staring at your face Playing with a devil's dancer You know a wolf is on your trace
We were in love To call for hands of above To lean on Wouldn't be good enough For me, no To call for hands of above To lean on Wouldn't be good enough
well Take them to hell Stick up niggas once ran up on me My deckited lifestyle attracted sharks on me I aint your mark homey It's hard to look straight, my foot on
But when you see Vivica, tell her she a "Fox" [Streetlife] (Method Man) We rollin', big truck, sittin' on chrome (twistin' a bone) Talkin' to a bird on
on a female cop She can chew my balls, she can swallow my cock Try and pull me over, I will not stop 22350 nigga on the block, kill him hands down Callin
put on your ass, like Teddy Pendergrass Whenever you trespass on Alkaholik territory (Yeah, Yeah) More savage than any rapper on your roster I regulate
on (Okay!) Branson holdin handguns to toke on Uptown with Big L watchin over He tell me there's NARC's parked on the shoulder (Look over there) I don'
bout it Yo Wolf, I think they got you twisted flow I got the biscuit on me spit in his face I'm bout to piss on homie Who dem niggas Just some Staten
