hope there's one more beer More beer, more beer More beer, more beer More beer, more beer More beer, more beer More beer, more beer More beer, more beer More beer, more beer
Tradução: Miedo. Más cerveza.
there's a sinister feeling brewing bout a women and her non-stop yap in a couple weeks she'll be stewing bait the hook of a tender trap spend your money
better of for it strike while they're all asleep strike kill the common creep strike they messed with the best now they die like the rest strike give 'em one more
beer with fear can't wait till friday night it's time to fuck or fight we'll get a gut full of suds we'll go hammer some cruds have a beer with fear cold
made it out the door before the phone rang made it out the door before the phone rang knowing the time ain't gonna get me there quicker knowing the time
we're sitting at the table and we're feeling un and able and we're sitting at the table and we're waiting for the meat where are we oh one of them's
welcome to the dust ward brain damaged but it's only permanent and i hang out in the day room with a strait jacket set with a strait jacket set i'm in
I love livin' in the city [x2] My house smells just like the zoo, It's chock full of shit and puke! Cockroaches on the walls Crabs crawlin' on my balls
fierce thighs pierced eyes a bleeding heart that was ripped apart the flesh you saw was eaten raw love songs love song blue vain vector inject her null
i am a doctor i know what you need a pelvic sort of examination there'll be no pain no pain no pain no pain no pain i am a doctor have a seat will ya
man a run down grammy fi di gunman fi the year And a weh mek poor people haffi live it inna fear One shirt deh pon dem and dem nuh have nothing more fi
and ask for nothing more than a plate of food and a place to rest They'd strike chords that cut like a knife It would mean so much more than t-shirts
big problem is the main attraction Dominoes are falling in a chain reaction The scraping subject ruled by fear told me Whiskey works better than beer
in half So stop [? ] the funk and start shaking ya ass Slaughterhouse in the house with the caucasion rapping Just Blaze on the track What the fuck is more
and drink pop (gulp gulp) Shaved my armpits and wore a tank top Bad Boy, I told you that I can't stop You gotta make em fear you 'fore you make em feel
