Tradução: La sangre de la vida. No para los débiles.
your world We get our might Something's gone way too wrong Keeping us in pain for far too long This is not a game And it's not for the weak Heads
the shootout, X-5, no {?} It's meant for me to survive this gangster shit Meant for you not to be livin, food for the pigeons It's rules I'm givin, new
man's frustration for his terror Insatiable hunger for mankind, building with each kill Seeking human victims to meet my fill Cannibal I've become, what's
life Ruthless, dead monolith Human race will be devoured Cannibals Ghoulish - undead vanguard, silent killers, striking quickly Blood lust - for the
would sing for me... Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet's serenade Her name a whisper 'pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came Fear me not my grieving
would sing for me.... Twelfth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet's serenade Her name a whisper 'pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came "Fear me not my grieving
are I will not go. Fuck your god!!!!! Fuck his, commandments, and prophet?s left stranded to die, Not in my heart or my soul as I go through this life
the blue and The blue and the red For Clips and Bloods The white for who's got you doin Time bustin caps on one another The Underground's down for peace
have been waiting Everyone's gathered for your arrival All the believers Angels fall all for you heretic Demon heart bleed for us I've been waiting
Everyone's gathered for your arrival All the believers Angels fall, all for you, heretic Demon heart bleed for us I've been waiting for you, Weary
orange mucus So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it between fingers I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who speaks English Freak genius, too extreme for the weak
orange mukus So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it between fingers I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who speaks English Freak genuis, too extreme for the weak
