Everything you give, everything you bleed I need Everything you hate, everything you hurt I love Everything you cut, everything you kill I feel Everything
Everything you give, everything you bleed, I need Everything you hate, everything you hurt, I love Everything you cut, everything you kill, I feel Everything
Tradução: De cerdo. Todo lo.
calls Touch tha button on tha wall, you'll be picken up your own balls I can still hear my mother shout, hit tha pig nigga Break your bigga brother out
me eat myself In scream in pain in vain To lose the last bit of identity And forget humanity That's what you like to do To treat a man like a pig And
Brujo, that hardon, I'll hack it off you Old fat ass, I ain't spreading, you can't fuck me Talking shit you fucking pig, I'll fuck you up I'll tear your
of this childish phase My life is like a battle that I'll probably never win 'Cause I keep thinking big and risking everything Life's a challenge and
This pig harassed the whole neighborhood Well this pig worked at the station This pig he killed my Homeboy so the fuckin pig, went on a vacation This pig
away Is this not enough This blessed sip of life Is it not enough Staring down at the ground Oh then complain and pray more from above Greedy little pig
well as the day ends Raising me up, Raising me like a man, oh, man(?) Oh mother everything good I've gained I've gained from you, Oh and mother everything
measure my dick, shit I need six inches more Fuck my dick's big bitch, need I remind you That I don't need the fucking swine flu to be a sick pig You
measure my dick shit i need 6 inches more f-ck my dicks big b-tch need I remind you that I don?t need the fucking swine flu to be a sick pig you?re addicted
Ur sanningens kalla jag tar min dodssup. Den fylla mina lungor, den fylla min trut. Ur sanningens kalla, dunkel och djup. [English translation:] Song From a time when everything
up def in pig latin man, hah A lot of rappers try to outrap, but miss me yo But I'm askin every teachers everything he know There's always one trick,
: [Special-edition bonus track] And now I'm running out of reasons. And I spoke too soon. The clock weighs on the counter top. Everything is sinking
: And now I?m running out of reasons. And I spoke too soon. The clock weighs on the counter top. Everything is sinking through the floor. You hold the
tired of dealing with the p-i-g-c-o-w-a-r-d Cro-Magnum, meter maid fed, cinder block (hed) How to serve and protect everything that you hate-wait Your
