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world This way I think this fucking witch knows The way And everything I feel I think this fucking witch knows The way And everything I feel I think this fucking witch
so afraid Everyone said She fucked up this time It's my brand new world Today And it's my brand new world This way I think this fucking witch
Tradução: Fría. Bruja.
m so afraid Everyone said She fucked up this time It's my brand new world Today And it's my brand new world This way I think this fucking witch
cold world that we in, is full of pressure and pain I thought it would change, It's stayin' the same [Lloyd Banks] How many of them boys is witcha' When
be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame I'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knows Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold Rag top
behaviour.. criminal.. criminal behaviour [Cube] Suddenly I see.. [Eazy] Cri-cri-criminal [Stretch] Now listen to the mack of the crooked nigga trade With the fine criminal mind, cold
ain't about money, then let it be brief I need a drop for when it's a hot, a hummer for when it's cold An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake
ain't nuttin fronted Counterfeit rapper haffa bungee He's in it for the munties, M-O-N-E-Y But you can't take it witcha when you die, Selassie high [
take some time to get to know me, I ain't acting phoney Hop inside my ship and we can take off. And I just wanna keep your heart from getting colder,
sharpened teeth With her armies raised from suffering To ascend on jet black wings She'd break off holy limbs On the racks of her witch hunt And crush
So paradise Could shine from out her skirts ?I adorn myself at dusk With ornaments to close the noose A kiss as red as blood and cold as hell My body
and pain may accompany Death But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty as We shall see..." She was divinity's creature That kissed in cold mirrors
ghost to the haunts of Man I Found Her tempting fate between Her wrist and razor A kindred spirit in a graveyard Beneath the stature of a colder saviour
Countess' own came deformed A tragedy crept to the name Bathory Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose Grew so dark as this sylph None more cold in repose
Bats blew from caves in a dissonant surge Omens of corruption from within the church A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth Alone as a stone cold