Washing off last night's fake blood from an even faker cut Some poor girl's bleedin', bleedin' all over everything I own Merry Christmas, Hare Krishnas
Washing off last night's fake blood From an even faker cut Some poor girl's bleedin', bleedin' All over everything I own Merry Christmas, Hare Krishnas
Перевод: Fake Blood. Gemuruh.
Перевод: Fake Blood. Mahakarya Синта.
Перевод: Movielife. Fake Blood.
The fire in which you burn was set by us. And you have no say, succomb to our power. The almighty kings have complete control over your life and destiny
eyes, There is the quiet daybreak, Is it really that love is only at sky? But he knows, it is certes a fake. Memoirs bursts in the heart, he forgets
from me, you'll just make it worse..." My palms were sweaty, and I started to shake at first Something told me, "Try to fake a stomach ache it works"
tell the difference But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids Psyche! Eminem: If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow Would
over to see Nicole When we heard a knock at the door, must have been Ron Gold' Jumped behind the door, put the orgy on hold Killed em both and smeared blood
you You see the truth is Everybody wanna know how close me and snoop is And who I’m still cool wit Then I got these fake-ass niggaz I first drew with
hotter than my dick is, when I piss and it burns I kick you in the tummy until you sick to your stomach and vomit so much blood that your clothes stick
all) Be rocking beats Fake in fame [Verse 2: Kadafi] Block run and shoot slugs We throw them back like hardballs Without the gloves No love for these fake
your hands up It's the apocalypse got a mouth full of lambs blood The dam broke down, The whole town flooded Your man couldn't cut it got his fake ass
all Had the whole hood talkin bout what I done to y'all Listen I don't give a fuck if you blood or cuz I got love for thugs niggaz firing slugs Fake rapping
see it, my watch is yo whip And I can cop anotha one afta each assist [Chorus] x 2 You ain't no gangsta You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker You fake
Does your body still scream my name? Does your body still scream my name? Hold your breath Keep it in Trapped with secrets 'Til you're turning cold blue with guilt Still no blood
the hand that feeds. Self righteousness is wearing thin (lies inside your head, your best friend) I’ll bleed but not for fellow man (broken glass, your fake
