Begin to shoot the fiend without a face, my face A fiend without a face A fiend without a face A fiend without a face A fiend without a face
Перевод: Misfits. Fiend Без лица.
to shoot the fiend without a face, my face, the fiend without a face, the fiend without a face, the fiend without a face, a fiend without a face.
t give a fuck, bro And I don't even know Who be workin' for the piggies See, right now a day Everybody turn snitchy And they don't give a damn 'bout the
-tize, and blazed another gold plate Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate [Juicy J] I got a 357, a tec with a black clip A 180 pounds witha
hard to swallow, I know I know, hey, how ta get down foe my thang get me a coffin, bangin my soul'z, gonna get-cha flossed' and out with a bang Welcome
stompin' taking ah loss and waking up in the coffin And without no stallin' cell I was tossed in to be arreigned at dawning Looking in the eyes of a judge
a give ya the blues Guess who's bizack? The boy B Mizack, A.K.A, Mr. Crack-A-Brick Turn a whole one from a half a brick, look I mastered this You can
catch one in your wig. See the testosterone the toast is right on my lap. So if a nigger get out of line a nigger get clapped. I got a arsenal an infantry
one in your wig You see the Testarossa, the toaster's right on my lap So if a nigga get out of line, a nigga get clapped I got an arsenal, a infantry
Now my name hold weight like a triple beam Wu-Tang showed me How to get the C.R.E.A.M. I'm a microphone I'm a microphone fiend Whattup Big Unc? Whattup
what's my option, do it or not Break a hoe, sell a ki, just don't get caught Cause if I do, I'm goin to jail On a one-way ticket to a prison cell So why
Started thinkin, this use to be a rich man high I gotta high drug tolerance so I'll give it a try Went home and did my thang, snatched a two hundred bundle
streets get you, Precious Was the victim, from a dime to a nickel Hopin' God's blessings stick with ya Picture the neighborhood kingpin, who's gettin' bigger Familiar face, but a
trap - blackmail for a gang a mill Spot banger himself, fishscale rocks under the fingernails The blood trail lead to a corpse Treat my appetite for greed with a
in his face House right down the street from his He went anyway, more scared to face his moms She'll beat him soon as she flip out seein' his face scarred