Letras:
Frost Sickness

And fire in his stride Pagan shadows in his eyes He's got the devil inside Eastern desolation Crypts of flagellation Dancing into ecstasy Driving out this sickness

m the man (lets go) and no one else raah, raah {Busta Rhymes} Like a dungeon dragon Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin' I said I'm sick

the moon That had lifted Her dreams And frowned on the winding steps down To where the vulgar strayed, Taunting sick Her tender prey She glided in Her

Nothing you idiots! Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement! (Ha-ha!) Feminist women love Eminem "{*Eminem's vocal turntable*} Slim Shady, I'm sick

Shoe Bomber Richard Reid bit that stewardess' thumb off, you done for When you die you go to Heaven, till then welcome to Hell Spawn Celtic Frost at the

the house No, not from Hilda, Hattie or Holly "No wonder", people said, "poor mother Joy's so melancholy" Well, one night there came a visitor to our little home I was visiting a sick

a gun they be through But if Tecca N9na said He crew with it In a blink, I would do A 180 too We off what we all Sick and frost pit Everybody bosses

[Verse 1] The same nigga with the same limp, and if you that same ol' bitch Then I'm the same pimp, you niggas make me so sick She call us perpatrators

Okay, I'm the man Let's go and no one else Rrraah, rraah, like a dungeon dragon Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin' I said I'm sick with