back home) She?ll pick a fight for no good reason She knows I?ll never leave I love her half to death, But she?s killing me She?s killing me Oh ohhh
Översättning: A Rocket To The Moon. Hon är Killing Me.
sugar, spread sweet as a candy shop Give the valet the car keys of the candy drop Now gather round y'all, here comes a sight to see Me and Menta'll come and kill
Hear me now! I was born 13th child, ?neath the 13th moon Spit out all hungry and born anew Daddy drag me to the river tie me in rocks Throw me in where
If she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate I got the bubble cushion, a sister could get a
She'll fuck you to death, blow your brains, either or cause she a whore [Royce Da 5'9"] Allow me to reassure your stripe's worthless Like a pair of Diadora
ya man to be cool) We got some culinary cats right here, we need you (we'll kill him if he fault) [Raekwon] Ayo, rappers stepping to me, they want a
got bears on me (Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me (Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway My belt
crack baby, yes. Get back get back boy it's a set back, Clumsy ass niggaz slip and fall into a death trap. Them boys pussy, born without a backbone,
't be doing that shit But me...bitch...I'm all about it... Guess what I'm a serial killer, it's a bad habit I killed Tony, Lucky Charms, and the Silly
diva in the room she blowin me just like a band horn Got her on her knees the same knees that she be prayin' on now she just text her girlfriend with a
a poster of me burnin' To get his earnin's concernin', not I killed him but he ain't learnin' Nigga, you couldn't burn me wit acid or in a firey pit
Fight with my old lady She was comin at unreal, hit the blunt and now she's animated Motivate through you like a foggy mist You can hold me in your chest
givin me Korn or a Limp Bizkit Rock 'n' rollin', rock 'n' rollin' Floor so cold that's why I'm so frozen Rock 'n' rollin', rock 'n' rollin' I'm a Rolling
., he hands me a C.I. I got a half a acre, need help with the cultivatin' Thirty-percent of the gross, hands me toast, let's roast I got a four-wheeler
then fuck you! [copywrite] Lovin sluts when they iq's under three They suck cock and rock a 34 in double-d (uh-huh) Earth will crumble under me And the moon
'a aime Elle m'a brule Elle m'a oublie Bien avant toi Bruule pas tes doigts (Listen to me She loved me She burned me She forgot me Way before you Don
for a brother With a mouth full of hand grenades? Watch a brothers tongue serenade With the grace of a razor blade over butter In the middle of a heat
