Letras:
Machine Head Five

losing my mind You molest and destroy just a five year old boy And you make me suffer, motherfucker Ripped my heart out.. ...I was only five... ...Five

losing my mind You molest and destroy just a five year old boy And you make me suffer, motherfucker Ripped my heart out.. ...I was only five... ...Five

losing my mind You molest and destroy just a five year old boy And you make me suffer, motherfucker Ripped my heart out.. ...I was only five... ...Five

: Yo, it's 3:25 in the morning My baby mom still yawning Kiss my little daughter on the forehead 'Nuf said, beeper goes off Five hundred, it's Busta

of the big score the night before Met the connect, who was impressively dressed In high fabrics With troops like Babe Ruth, up on the mezzanine Brandishing sub-machine

venting let's shove a vending machine Up his rear end when he's bending over pretending that he Didn't say anything that would be offending to me Stick his head

day I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay I said "Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay, here I come 26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine Five

what it is [Hook 2x] I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish

only ones that really had it made And his cold trousers were twisted, and the sirens high and shrill, And crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill