all things profane 6000 years is the time that I shall reign And with a grin drank the blood of holy swine Impurity made the blood turn into wine Chorus: Old
Tradução: Machine Head. 2 Antiguo.
don't forget [Eightball] Gotta keep it.. gangsta How many of y'all know a real gangsta? Cutthroat, leave you in ya car shanked up At the ATM machine
it felt Cypress Hill got no support at all We did the last Smokin' Grooves, but did it all with Sen and the old chemistry, just reared it's head again
warlord, what the fuck is you kiddin? The gun's always by my side, it's a juxtaposition I believe in Isa but I don't fuck with the Christian Ultimate killing machine
it's at....HO [beep] [old record plays] Jay fuzz the clown Jay fuzz the clown Jay fuzz the clown [low voice repeats] Juggles Juggles Juggles Juggles [x2
did business with Hitler get the picture nigga, I'm the best of both worlds without the hidden camera, and the 12 year old girl at stage at your basics
will dance on the floor in the round [2nd verse] She told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene Then every head turned with eyes that
fifty percent of us endin up with holes through the chest through the head, through the gut it shows The future for us young shooters and old killers
t nothin but trouble God When I kick in the door with D-Block, Bravehearts and the Double R Don't make me let the machine off This is methadone music
see Pussy Galore Snap my fingers make you mine If not I'll snap a 2nd time. After that I guarantee you will be standing next to me An old head once
floss, ain't she really clean. She like nice shit so she keep my spendin' green, from tha front 2 tha back, shes a mean machine, she like 2 make alot
me with opportunity to listen And by droppin an album you made music my mission I would turn on the TV All I see is DMC who I truly want to be And mama bought a karaoke machine
get it straight before it's too late Cause I don't wanna be behind that gate Now everybody sing the hook [Bono (Wyclef)] Keep your head up (Your head up, your head
Groverland, fuck your head back to Simpson Road Down South fakers known for gettin paper then some of the hill niggaz still know, for sho' they know [Chorus 2
around like a washing machine. I said shake that ass like a tamberine, Move it right around like a washing machine. Watch them hoes, Watch them hoes
Aiyyo Bido, drop that shit Yeah, heh heh Back in the South Park, six o'clock on the dot Checkin on my old rock spot I seen the same old set Heh, the
go in my eyes We that type of guy, the guys that daddy don't like With that old cologne that they used to wear Comin' in here, smellin' just like My head
