burning your blood Burning, I'm burning your blood Burning, I'm burning your blood Burning, I'm burning your blood Burning, I'm burning your blood
Vertaling: Six Feet Under. Brandende Bloed.
rapidly - but death comes slow Post-mortal muscle reflexes - repeatedly choked Your torture brings me pleasure I climax as I murder Burning - I'm burning your blood
soul can't rest today I can't bring myself to pray I get down on my knees 'Cause you will always be six feet under me My soul can't rest today And I
tryin' to creep Stakes is high and a thug's blood runs deep The Jakes wanna see me layin' under six feet Or so it seems, now my team work against me
As the blade turns blood gushes forth another murder to bag and number i'll kill forever until i die brutality a way of life As the blade turns
I look out to the fields Where blood is shed upon the ground I breathe in, breathe out Change the channel, (mute) the sound I take a match, a cigarette
blasting through genital cavities cutting through its guts eyes pulled out and skull sawed open brain removed to electrically shock burn the seizing flesh
who arrested the faces of triple six That which is sorcerer (Kill that bitch, chop that bitch) Or you might get caught on a crucifix I'm sick of that burning
penetratea?¦the earth My skin is soiled and rawa?¦digging Fingernails snap off from misuse The blood flows early tonighta?¦ Through The Earth Six Feet
humans, that won't work. We'll get you both, prepare to hurt. Your blood will drip, your blood will spurt and you'll be six feet under dirt. MNP
trees that you built swings on and killed under and dreamt under With your beloved in that first and last virginal Summer When you entered this world of blood and belief And coupled under
beyond repeats your name and the crime you've done with broken wings, lying six feet under her blood in your hands feeds my black burning core with flames
And when it's Esham you start to scream Im hard like concrete, funky like pigs feet Nigga get crazy and you'll be under six feet Verse after verse
going under pressure so they best believe they gonna bleed fucking with me I won't have no choice but to leave you on the ground six feet down so lay
I am the walking dead heart breaker my apologies I'm happy, you'll never understand What it's like to be, trapped under six feet of solid glass I can
my heart suck the love right out of me don't even care as my blood stains the floor cannot be cleaned you cut me out and tore me through six feet under
have is hope And all I need is time To bury in pine under six feet of time The lies I told me about myself Claw my way out Pick the splinters from under
