Перевод: Doa. Смерть машины.
chorus: death machine - now i'm dyin. death machine - don't give a damn. death machine - on the frontline. death machine - got no retreat. a billion dollar profit, a
still tryna nail a trailor park bitch I met a slut and said "What up, its nice to meet ya" I'd like to treat ya to a Faygo and a slice of pizza But I
he would too This game could I'll afford to lose him, how bout you? Now guess who who? Here's a clue, he came to a ball in a wife beater, lost his Nike
Phillip Lim remind them that it's Fashion Week And the weather wasn't barely hot Did I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott? Did I mention G.O.O.D
to nail a trailer park bitch I met a slut and said "What up, its nice to meet ya I'd like to treat ya to a Bagel and a slice of pizza But I'm broke as
the pound and we don't love them hoes How could you trust a hoe? 'Cuz a hoe's a trick I don't love them tricks 'Cuz a trick's a bitch And my dick's
'm headed Up or down, right or left, life or death I see myself in a mist of smoke Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke We hit a five
is beautiful 5-6-7-8 gotta love to learn to hate A-B-C-D I'm a little old machine L-O-V-Es gonna be the death of me I'm not evil I'm just scared
get it, bring it to the death If you could match a third of my success you blessed [Enuff] That's right y'all, LL Cool J, The G.O.A.T. The Greatest
a brickwall surrounding the New York scene if there were secrets locked in steel if there was a button you could press on the luck machine if there was
Barry White In the night, pack em' tight,c all a fight, T.K.O. We got mo', you ain't know, numero, uno, Keep a O we burnin slow, we optimo, y'all swisher
'm barry white In the night, pack em' tight,c all a fight, t.k.o. We got mo', you ain't know, numero, uno, Keep a o we burnin slow, we optimo, y'all swisher
fuck I'm headed Up or down, right or left, life or death I see myself in a mist of smoke Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke We hit a five
[incomprehensible] turn his Moves to statue like Medusa was lookin' at you clap you with your own Heat by all means if this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin' O
L.A. For caking off *****z on them CD's and tapes Ask them to scratch a record, you will see he fake If 50 was Puffy, you'd run and go get him a cheese
clips bananas, I kill a gorilla quick Beating on your chest, I see to your death, yep Tell Ecko to make him a suit Tell Reebock to make him some boots Get him a
boots Hell no, I'm givin motherfuckers burial suits Your little T.K.O was A.O.K. My way is R.I.P., niggaz are D.O.A. Dead on Arrival So nigga you better
