so messed up so messed up So messed up So messed up So messed up So messed up Lying in the gutter So messed up Flat on her face So messed up So messed
Tradução: Herramienta. Por lo tanto en mal estado.
revin Is sin equals death, so turn from your mess, believe and confess Christ is God in the flesh, he died for your debt, he did resurrect A tool and
grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants With some ex rappers till their spinal column disconnects We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your system up Twist them up
I stack up bodies so back up , before I make my hatchet hack up, and use your lifeblood's to grease the track up I grab you then I stab you in the skull
people just don't understand well help them god find yourself first and then your tool find yourself first don't you be no fool here comes a woman wrapped up in chan messin
With a bigger wow... well 'Cause I'm done with the ways thats you've messed up You weren't smart enough to keep your stupid mouth shut I'm so sick of
with a bigger wow... well 'Cause I'm done with the ways thats you've messed up You weren't smart enough to keep your stupid mouth shut I'm so sick of
m by myself I do it so good, I don't need nobody else What's happenin', what's up Got da purk fired up What's happenin', what's up Got Patrone in my cup
up nigga Pull it nigga hurry up nigga dumb ass nigga Fuck it up man, fuck it up man Shit nigga you ain't like my friend fuckin Stan man
I wanna say to you I think it's about time we over come these fucked up rules And make the real hell on Earth, hahaha So listen up, get any motherfucker
my gun the same color Murder my enemy love thy brotha And I ain't never gave a shit about a motherfucker Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a
: [Verse 1: Tool] Tool I am that dude GT rapper that's last's years crew Yeah I'm cool yeah I'm nice You better grab ya girl hand cuff her right I live
who cares of what you rep I sidestep ya'll faggots, leave your food in a mess Got ladies that play it cool and keep the tool in they dress Ride with me
bigger, wow, well 'Cause I'm talkin' 'bout all the ways that you've messed up You weren't smart enough to keep your stupid mouth shut I'm so sick of
, we in here We tossin it up I got my man Everlast in the house Tossin it up, youknowwhatimsayin Kid Jazz and Bango couldn't be here But we gon' to' it up
by myself I do it so good, I don't need nobody else What's happenin', what's up, got da purp fired up What's happenin', what's up, got Patrone in my
the middle of the winter So i'ma let her close to me [Estelle - Verse 1] All these stars out And these people know my name I can be so pretentious
