re target nA° 1 The clock is always ticking, terror has begun Time for an apology, get on your knees Time for an apology, get on your knees Scorching
Traducció: Funeral Dress. On Your Knees.
we're target n° 1 The clock is always ticking, terror has begun Time for an apology, get on your knees Time for an apology, get on your knees Scorching
AK's, Uzi-machines Got ya misplacin' your arms and losin' your knees I am takin' names, so who wanna leave Out this bitch with your brains and your dew on your
mile to they death Imaging taking a deep (inhales) that was your last breath Just imaging your mom was prostituting your mom was smoking Imagine your eyes don't close imagine your
ak's, Uzi-machines Got ya misplacin your arms and losin your knees I am takin names, so who wanna leave Out this bitch with your brains and your dew on your
it trippingly on the tongue, Or else I'll see your thespian asses strung up and hung. And don't saw the air with your hands flappin' wild, "N' don't
nigga out of here', I don't know, it's an unfortuante case, that I can't read your mind when I see your face, but on the other hand, you can't read mine
your name?' Her name is Sandy 'I'm Sandy' She has soft, blond hair that reaches down to her knees Everyone says she looks like a mermaid Dressed
's, Uzi-machines Got ya misplacin your arms and losin your knees I am takin names, so who wanna leave Out this bitch with your brains and your dew on your
out of here', I don't know, it's an unfortuante case, that I can't read your mind when I see your face, but on the other hand, you can't read mine, so
death Imaging taking a deep (inhales) that was your last breath Just imaging your mom was prostituting your mom was smoking Imagine your eyes don't close imagine your
