ترجمة: تصنيف. المرضية منكم -- والغيب.
ترجمة: غير مرئي. المرضى منكم.
what to do, to do We're SO SICK OF YOU We're SO SICK OF YOU We're SO SICK OF YOU I'm the one who tell someone fuck you. You're not the one to tell
what to do, to do We're SO SICK OF YOU We're SO SICK OF YOU We're SO SICK OF YOU I'm the one who tell someone fuck you. You're not the one to tell me
do what to do, to do We're SO SICK OF YOU We're SO SICK OF YOU We're SO SICK OF YOU I'm the one who tell someone fuck you. You're not the one to tell
the light. That cross so bright. My (fledglings) dropping, weeping. Avoid the light. Overt your sight. Go underground just leave me. Alone, unseen,
ahead right Straight into them headlights, you get your head right Head right get a third strike, hit the turnpike Life quicker than spliff that wouldn't burn right Make you
to take her home Dropped you off and seen you fishin on your raggedy Brougham Coulda thumped you and the dog (you little fag) And don't sag too hard, you
tryin to take her home Dropped you off and seen you fishin on your raggedy Brougham Coulda thumped you and the dog (you little fag) And don't sag too hard, you
you run from it? No need 'cause I'm inside of you when the sun is spit You cannot escape me, I'm your last resort When you have a evil you cannot report
Alarm, pit bulls and barbed wire fences If you're not armed you're in harm's way You're hunted by wannabe desparados and hombres I'm sick of all this
meat, The way looks neither pleasant or too long. So have you stopped to wonder whether, If when weighed against a feather, All your deeds appear so
seasons of the dead Necrophagia, repulsion Masters of death, killjoy go You can't kill What's already dead You can't, you can't kill What's already
we believes ya breathing Never conceiving or even understanding how I made you Because I'm playin you I broke you down to nothing left you crumbling
to take this chance [AZ - speaking over Chorus] Yeah, now dig You got, rich niggaz right They do what they wanna do Heh, and you got Broke niggaz, you
concrete stains And street platoons feel pain Real soon times will change And you will see the truth that we claim Aim your sickness this way In sick
trying to beat the heat When are you coming home? Not sure I can make it back for weeks So how are all your shows? Kelly called and said you're not alright You
