break out. I wont let it win I cant let it win. I wont let it win I cant let it win. Close my eyes and hope Hope it goes away Hope I'm safe inside for
Traducció: Sick Of It Tots. Mans lligades Ulls tancats.
Traducció: Sick Of It Tots. Hands Tied.
Ch Ch) Aight you Lil' Kim clone clown, All this buffoonery shit stops now. Time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the fraud, I put hands on this bitch
award show Bank account ten digits and it's all 'O's' I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all
Aight you Lil Kim clone clown all this buffoonery, the shit stops now time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the fraud I put hands on this bitch like
give a fuck I let it roll, I smoke the old Gotta run, gotta rend, gotta maim Gotta make it through another maze, stay away Please wring the blood from my hands
the groupies (aw yeah) Started fires backstage (aw yeah, start 'em up) Made a lot of money (aw yeah, I'm makin it) And I gave it all away (give it all
you feel it you heard it, hand on the wheel no need to be nervous, ride wit a G everything will be perfect, put it down put it all on the surface, thuggin
She put it on so I paid for then I told her she could keep it And then I walked out the store, it's our secret But peep it made it down the hall, she
I would rather take this energy And stash it in a can, come back and whip your ass with it again Salivas like sulfuric acid in your hand it'll eat through
say You already said it, Royce I ain't calling names 'cause all of y'all the same, plus I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up All these plains, all
it [Verse 1 - Royce da 5'9?] I ain't calling names cause all of y'all the same, plus I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up All these plains, all
Hand So I Can Swing At All The Haters, Fuck It Whoevers Breathin' I Have To Take Their Last Breath, Cause I'm The Wickidist Murderer And Massacerin' All
