Spend more money on a war Your people starving, turned to whores Slaves of the chosen ones Paying millions for each bomb Country without a race Formed
money on a war, Your people starving, turned to whores, Slaves of the chosen one paying millions for each bomb, Country without a race , Formed
Tulkojums: System Of Down. Rūdījums.
money on a war, Your people starving, turned to whores, Slaves of the chosen one paying millions for each bomb, Country without a race , Formed from
more money on a war, Your people starving, turned to whores, Slaves of the chosen one paying millions for each bomb, Country without a race , Formed
money on a war, Your people stop, turn to whores, Slaves of the chosen one paying millions for each bomb. Country without a race, Formed from people
to rob He goes to tell his family an his wife But an argument breaks out, she grabs a knife Tempers esculate to a total rage Shots burst out from a loaded
adrian also gets lonely How we live in this existence, just be English upbringing, background carribean 3D Sharing a soliliquy We cut the vocal drop the flexibility Walk a temper
like he could bluff the system And when it flickered out we laid him down to die I turn on the light Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights Yea, a
a streetcar named desire Struggle a fence, you oughta get caught up in the barbed-wire I'm independent, fuck yo system I get paid without it Got a new
... straggling the fence you only get caught in the barb wire.. im independent fuck yo system i get paid with out it.... got a new pocket..bitch you new writin as a
had a sac Now crews down for it, your gas pedal floor it With ammo and artillery and stash spots to keep and store it I used the banner of a slant with
one I heard a gun bustin' shots, down the block I guess a nigga gettin' what he got Shit is heavy like a medicine ball and broke niggas to smoke niggas
for a sucker You leavin untended I'm a take the mutha 2 to the d to the o-p-e Hittin 03 with the icp I like bass, treble, and the temp stuff Throw kick
get when I'm tryin' Your spirits get inside of me, blindin' my mind I get stoned, like in asylum, I put a trap my mental Get a temper, turn all violent, put a
the nations Rule the world Enslave the people Drink messiahs blood Raging black auras Raging a storm Evil marauders Sphere of the dead a new system
