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d'suite** je veux tout et tout d'suite. tout. tout. tout et tout d'suite grosse voix : **c'est b2o tu t'rappele de moi pede** autopsie volume 2 a bord
: Maneges sont les pistes, avec le biff jamais on transige. La dope est dans leur pif, mon district comme zone de transite. Renoi la coupe est neutre
: Couplet 1 : Je passe pas le temps a me gratter la tete Les choses les plus simple font souvent perdre la tete Alors lorsqu?une difficulte s?affiche
: 1er couplet Appeler au s'cours n'est pas mon genre ca va sans dire, j'ai jamais bosse, la chaussee m'a vu grandir, j'ai toujours ose poser mes tripes
: Maman , dort Maman , dort ... MOKOBe Maman a mal, depuis le jour ou sur l'ile de Goree , elle a du partir beaucoup de ses enfants adores , puis toutes
: 1er couplet : j'ai fuis toute ma vie un amour qui cavale vers mes origines j'ai le gout amere de cette force qu'on oublie j'marche avec son mepris
: [Lyrics by Chris] Wheeled in on a cart, lying dormant not dead Hospital of immortality, butcher their patients bloody red Taken to a dark room, fear
: You have to be joking They wouldn't do what you said Oh, my vision is blurred again You have to be kiddin' me They wouldn't do those unspeakable things
: [SLAYER - 1986 - "Reign In Blood"] [Lyrics & Music - Hanneman] Funeral held for the depression of man Holds the key to his own death Entering a tomb
: [Lyrics & Music - Hanneman] Funeral held for the depression of man Holds the key to his own death Entering a tomb of a corpse yet conceived Tighten
gutter i am collapsed in. once i dreamed, but then ... i ... woke ... up. [song] ...open wide, look inside at my autopsy i feel like a woman
: And what shall I do I try to speak and words stop short of my tongue They make their way back to my thoughts Still crafted by a still soul I move my
You must philosophise, But why must you bore me to tears? You're red around the eyes, You tell me things no one else hears. You spend all your time crying
Figuring out you and me Is like doing a love autopsy They could operate all day long And never figure out What went wrong Love autopsy Love autopsy
Wheeled in on a cart Lying dormant not dead Hospital of immortality Butcher their patients bloody red Taken to a dark room Fear of impending doom The