a horror in my head When the blanket is gone From the floor in my castle Where I see the sun from There's a horror in my head When the blanket is gone
Перевод: Кривой. Ужас глава.
little something I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting Dead up too many crews be fronting I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting Get up I'll break
control Trying to get back to where I shoulda been by know Cadillacs stand to the tree line, I making then be like Swerving to the curve, tires pealin
em up tight then you might feel what was dealt to me You see ain't no young boys up in here, keep a clear head Tryin' to keep my pockets on stuffed like deer heads
another new dark age. I'm Mark Edward Smith, these words are HP Lovecraft's. We give you the horror in clay. Voice 1: Yes just working on this head
, I sent 'em up the road to the B&B It's the only place in town, you see But they were greeted warmly by death, horror and fright Yeah Well this
TRYING TO GET BACK TO WHERE I SHOULDA BEEN BY KNOW CADILACS STAND TO THE TREE LINE I MAKING THEN BE LIKE SWERVING TO THE CURV TIRES PEALIN RUBBER PEALIN
was Mel, in the club, hit with a shell Now his moms and pops is like, "Lord, where did we fail?" Tony, Romano, and Shawn ballin' too fast They hit a curve
might feel what was dealt to me You see ain't no young boys up in here; keep a clear head Tryin to keep my pockets on stuffed - like deer heads upon
might feel what was dealt to me You see ain't no young boys up in here; keep a clear head Tryin to keep my pockets on stuffed - like deer heads upon the
