Море дредов, маски трупов Море рэпа, скретчей груды Свалка кора, адидаса Крейзи фаза, фака маза Я за*бался вестись на все и гнить изнутри Как тупорылый
Sometimes I think of all the places I don't wanna go Then I think of all the things I never wanna do Think of all the people I never wanna meet I close
Let's burn down the cornfield Let's burn down the cornfield And we can listen to it burn You hide behind the oak tree You hide behind the oak tree Stay
el que siembra su maiz que se coma su pilon que siembra su maiz que se coma su pilon el que siembra su maiz que se coma su pilon que siembra su
Corn circles, appearing all over the land Corn circles, appearing all over the land Nobody knows where they come from Nobody understands Corn circles
When I was a child, I spoke as a child Now I'm a grown woman but my thoughts are still wild I thought I'd seen London or maybe Paris but I'm starin' at
Hot corn cold corn bring along the demijohn Hot corn cold corn bring along the demijohn Hot corn cold corn bring along the demijohn Fare thee
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tell you little story and it won't take long a lazy farmer who wouldn't hoe his corn the reason why i never could tell but that young man was always
Man, let's go Hey yo Fif' Yeah? Call 'em and tell 'em It's time to hate us again We're back Jimmy can crack corn but I don't care My enemies crack corn
[Intro] (Ca$his) REMIX! (Eminem) As the crabby little bastard that I am Sly what the fuck a slick sick son of a bitch Silly little rabbit don't you know
It's that time of year once more and again When the green turns golden brown And the summer sun shall fade to winter sky Old Oak King, it's time for
Let's burn down the cornfield Let's burn down the cornfield We can listen to it burn We'll hide behind the oak tree Hide behind the oak tree Stay out
Tell you a little story and it won't take long 'Bout a lazy farmer who wouldn't hoe his corn The reason why I never could tell For that young man was
As we sat on the front porch of that old gray house Where I was born and raised Staring at the dusty fields Where my daddy worked hard everyday I think
When I was young I use' to wait On massa an' hand him his plate An' pass de bottle when he got dry An' brush away de blue-tail fly Jimmie crack corn
Tell you a little story an' it won't take long 'Bout a lazy farmer who wouldn't hoe his corn The reason why I never could tell For that young man was
I ain't goin' home as long as I'm still dry I ain't goin' home as long as I'm still dry I said the beer won't do it and I need a little whiskey and rye
