Vertaling: Alex. Huid.
fake name and a passport Benetton luggage, one sister, pretty thing, light skin Niggaz will body over her like fuck it with a scar by her left eye Her brother Alex
broke, because my crew's no joke The house of pain Is kickin' up dirt and therefore inside the jam Ya know we're liftin' up skirts, grabbin' on the snatch Feelin' on the skin
my crew's no joke The House Of Pain is kickin' up dirt and if we're inside the jam Ya know we're liftin' up skirts, grabbin' on the snatch Feelin' on the skin
broke cause my crews no joke the house of pain,is kicking up dirt And if were inside the jam then were lifting up the skirts Grabbing on the snatch,feeling onn the skins
Dear Alex and Marilyn They're Lovey and Thurston howellin The grasshopper unit is prowellin And Rufus is back home growellin For all of y'all that are
Dear Alex and Marilyn They're Lovey and Thurston Howellin' The grasshopper unit is prowellin' And Rufus is back home growellin' For all of y'all that
Get a condom fi yuh ears because da tune yah shot like syphilis, Weh di title? Aye gimmi dis! Empire is di wickediss, I'm da baller and the manager, Alex
left ventricles I love to molest a skin double headed dildo up the pussy and ass creates bloody estrogen I'll asphyxiate the backbone of a vertibrate I got no skin
burning sand You can call me the king of the cowboys cause everybody shakes my hand You can call me the soft shoe banana You can peel away my skin You
to the elbow Chorus Here comes Amos And you should have seen his pretty wife, Hannah Well, the Sheriff got wind that Amos was in the swamp hunting alligator skin
of a heart next to that Followed by an exclamation mark The back of his was covered in stuff Stuff like Brandon is not a very nice guy, but Alex is
to this 'Cause I need to a grip on reality Now i wanna feel some sensitivity I'm here, i'm telling you i Cleared my life I changed my head Trying to catch my skin
proceed to throw this cash [Waka] All that ass in those jeans kid wale me Kid and Roscoe speak Long hair she don't care When she walks she gets this Brown skin
[Lyrics by Jack, Alex and Chris] Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh Terror builds, at the thought of being dead Prophecy of the wisemen
[Music By Rob Barrett And Alex Webster, Lyrics By Alex Webster] Flying Chunks Of Hot Debris Rushing Through The Air Vapors Causing Blisters, Eyes Blinded
