Me and my brother were talkin' to each other 'Bout what makes a man, a man Was it brain or brawn, or the month you were born We just couldn't understand
The Redchins in their millions Will overspill their borders And chaos then will reign in our Rael The country of my fathers A proud land overloaded Like
Once upon a time there lived an old miser man By the name of Silas Stingy He carried all his money in a little black box Which was heavy as a rock With
Saddam Yo Griff, tell what good is a goddamn bomb? I know they been lyin? ?bout Bin Laden fight the power When you don?t know who hit them towers And
The light that fills my lonely cell Is blocked out by the key That locks the door to this hell The place they wanted me Time's racing like the wind Execution
Welcome to out sanguinary sect of worship Feel at home in our black conventicle As we anathematize all of those who oppose us Don't summon the devil
me Sacrifice the virgins, spiritual rites Their master's time has come the moon is full tonight Drinking, dancing, they worship, and toast The Devil, who
My life's on time but again my sense is late Feel a might unsteady but still I have to play Six to one's the odds and we have the highest stakes And once
who's stalking the street I hack up my victims like pieces of meat Blood thirsty demon, sinister fiend Bludgeonous slaughters, my evil deeds A merciless butcher who
Good mourning. Hey, I don't feel so good. Something's not right, Something's coming over me What the fuck is this?
Well, I ain't superstitious But a black cat 'crossed my trail No, I ain't superstitious But a black cat 'crossed my trail Bad luck ain't got me too far
I sneak in my own house It's four in the morning I had too much to drink Said I was out with the boys I creep in my bedroom I slip into bed I know if
Hey wut dat is? You hey, you hear dat shit Damn dogg, I know it ain't what I think it is Hey man, hey hey, you selling Trick Daddy CD's? Yes, no no no
Goodnight baby, Someone's a-comin', someone's a-comin', Goodnight baby, Gotta get a-runnin', gotta get a-runnin'. Your father doesn't like me, Told you
Separates and lingerie, seven pairs of shoes Lots of Woolworth's makeup, a pair of Black Watch trews Your out-of-tune piano, sentimental photographs A
A FOUR LETTER WORD LIKE FAME THAT FADES AND IF YOU BELIEVE IT YOUR F-U-C-K- E-D BUT HOW YOU SELL SOUL TO A SOULESS PEOPLE WHO SOLD THEIR SOUL? I GUESS
Vertaling: Public Enemy. How You Sell Soul To A Soulless Mensen Die verkochten hun ziel.
Vertaling: Trick Daddy. Who's verkopen (skit).