Letras:
Sick Of It All Jungle

money, dried up, no longer running palace corroded, condemned like all the people that were captive in the trouble that doubled the self destructive jungle

of money, dried up, no longer running palace corroded, condemned like all the people that were captive in the trouble that doubled the self destructive jungle

it better send it For the cops absorb you soul of course Praise to the pharoah Murder mo,curly I heard it lower and return it burn When our niggas still

fizz of amyl nitrate Victims force fed thair own face Tear stains upon the drape I should compare them To a warm Summer's day But to the letter, it is

fizz of amyl nitrate Victims force fed thair own face Tear stains upon the drape I should compare them To a warm Summer's day But to the letter, it is

bounce Big up all players nuh punks, humm Chorus [Verse 3:] Carrie and Abbie, tell dem feh me in di lobby Go a Hellshire, go nyam fry fish and bammy Can't stand it

but please make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in ?" The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly Saying, "Death to all those who

but please make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in?" The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly Saying, "Death to all those who

but please make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in?" The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly Saying, "Death to all those who