Traducció: Funeral. Bomba de Temps.
yeah, blurring your vision Fear in the air, screaming, your blood drippin' Shiver a second, now, now, now, now what is it Funeral's, cemeteries, don't worry it's time
say the line Again and again and again Oh, la la la, di de da La la, di di da da dom Now Norman's a billionare scientist Who never had time for his
was comin' out Check this shit out: I got my nigga Layzie Bone in the muthafuckin' house Bizzy Bone in the muthafuckin' house, Wish Bone And the muthafuckin' bomb
what I'm fin' to be facin' Is nothin' short of a racially motivated killin' 'cause them boys See a nigga as only a third of a human [Incomprehensible] Every time
You already know who it is nigga, 'King of Da Ghetto' It's a new day and time but shit It ain't all good but shit it ain't all bad no mo' either doe Y
money at all i know ... some hoe like i got a hundred pack homie get my jewels i'ma kill them all want them back went to your funeral each time while
i. continues to look for those responsible For placing six pipe bombs on, chemical tanks In the norfolk, virginia - or near the norfolk, virginia naval base The bombs
SP Killer, L O X, L O X, motherfucker Niggas, don't know how we bout to come this time No more shiny suits, none of that shit We gonna R U double F R
your bad time Feel the blast of the chocolate bomber Infra red aimed at your head Like your name was Sarah Conner Decapitatin', I ain't hesitatin' To put you in the funeral
Russian in possession on my person my Kalashinkov will speak till ?? beat is talkin foreign your ?? on a warrant, got no time to have my family comin to no funeral
I drop bombs like who say mad ass Verbal ammunition when I solve a blast ass I stash cash Assassination like Ras Kass Bitches and 10 hut I'ma money making
chase the paper Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese We got just a little time left (Little time left
Drive-bys, on convertible whips, the verdict is this 4/5th, burnin' my fist, pullin' shades down, murderous bitch Anonymous threats, blueprints designin' ya death Organize crime times, throw a bomb
he spelt it hen3ry. the 3 was silent, you see. henry was fin Lly independent having inherited his father's tar-and-feather business and was therefore able to devote his full time
invitations from funeral glue Stone poems dissolve combatants via shards through 56k high speed Still blitzed like relaxed I'll call geisha felatio deeds Like fertilizer bombs
Grab a hood to hide your face Tie a shirt around your waist Pull a sk8 from off the wall It's time to crash the funeral hall The Ghoul Hunter is out tonight
now let me take your picture [mystikal and big ed] Nah it's time to go to war Time to go to war whicha Time to go to war huh Time to go to war whicha