День прошёл и всё, Никого нет виноватых. Всё, что без неё, Оказалось вне понятий. Дружба - это крест, Даже если друг скосячит. Водка - наше всё, Если
Резко с треском бьются доски вдребезги Металлом жестким от злости, нацеленным. В десятку метки, висящей на ветке дерева Стоящего в сотне метров к северу
me Ride of the edge Write my name in red Write me off as dead, [missed] They deliver. We keep on sippin' Patrone, Forget about the liver. I was
highway to nowhere You're going so fast you're never ever gonna get down there Where the heroes sit by the river With a magic in their music as they eat raw liver
s back, guess who's back... I've created a monster, cuz nobody wants to See Marshall no more they want Shady I'm chopped liver Well if you want Shady
sideswipe a hearse I'ma drink 'til my liver rot, see the doc Leave the E.R., then hit a bar for a liquor shot, 'til the liver spot One day we all gon
houndsbury[?] faces nails scower cheeks found her in nothing i've been this way for weeks the bed is made for two yet houses only one the liver's gone
You took me home I drank too much 'Cause of you my liver turned to dust Cold rust taste A cruel creeping cold pain Do you understand what I mean? When
into the finest see-through shiny meat red leafs you have proven how damn beautyfull a corps can be Clitoris, liver and brain desict, sliver and maim
life (life) Don juan , shut down your pentagon (gon) Watch me get the millions , with my flipmode affilions Like vodka , fuck up your liver watch I deliver (liver
beyond belief, but still kept alive Pathologist of death gouging out your eyes Guts and blood, bones are broken As they eat your pancreas Human liver
hush} I'ma {keep it on the hush, k-keep it on the hush} [Chamillionaire] Yeah... I pull up in the driveway it's like the passenger pick-up Filled your liver
suposed (yeah) Didn't have shit 'till I started to bust And y'all got shit 'cos of my balls are cussed Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us
pain is The only scar on ya body's a stretch mark (stretch mark) [Tony Yayo] Keep ya mouth shut, and keep ya ears open Cause it's liver than P-89s when
chrome 9 L's will hit ya passenger, hit ya driver G-Unit, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver (You heard my nigga, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver
am cannibal I am cannibal I'll eat you up Whenever you tell me I'm pretty That's when the hunger really hits me Your little heart goes pitter patter I want your liver
you ignore That brittle rage the bitter rubble Take your time and bring the trouble And on this little poison river The whiskey and wine that loves my liver
It, Think About It It's Coca, It's Coca You Mother Fucker You Don't Know Me I'm a Chopper-Spitter I Do The Honors Of Benny Honas, You Chop Liver And
