alone would be a privilege if all my friends were like you. Dying would be a privilege. Rusted rail spikes and shards of glass give me rest; poison
Перевод: Амити колдовство. Письма Poison Pen.
letter, ooh, in your letter In your letter, ooh, in your letter In your letter, ooh, in your letter In your letter, ooh, in your letter In your letter
and silver knife She carved the poison pen Wrote to her lover's wife "Your husband's seed has fed my flesh" As if a leper's face That tainted letter
Burger King, the beef is on When I come, rappers begin to speak in degrees I even make sisters with voices weak in the knees So run for your lives, Kane with the pen
Poet's problem, patron's sin Puts me in the place I'm in Passion's letter, poison pen On these two things I can depend You will write your number, that
, baby Of mine Well, I'm in a guided missile And I'm a lost in the sky Won't be returning until Things feel right I got a poison pen letter Ain't that
in her cobweb tresses Her eyes were black like first foot coal Clutched as white as chalk dust Her fingers sweated India ink and poison pen letters
for girls and boys and Yo yo Polo my man yo this is poison Read the label sucker P-O-I-S-O-N Yeah poison Poison! (x3) Check it out A mind designed
a desert island Down and out wounded In this heart of mine Your final words still echoes inside I pick up your letter See trails of your poisoned pen
a verse for every dying child's cries For every helpless father's gaze If I could write a love letter to each corpse as it is carried I'd never still my pen
from Royal Flush I came up, in the ghetto manye, the G way Listenin to Luke and the Ghetto Style DJ's Poison Clan, Shy-D and the Gucci Crew Dreamin one
trust a man with a smiling face... Just might be the day of life they take... (ooOoooooooooo Oooooooooooo Ooooooooo ooOOOoooo) [Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun] This here be a letter
and silver knife She carved a poison pen Wrote to her lover's wife: "Your husband's seed has fed my flesh". As if a leper's face That tainted letter
, but it's... it's your rag "never" Yeah, I stick hand tight I drop a kite to my nigga in the pen doin' ten I put a nigga in a cage, but I'm never on
her cobweb tresses Her eyes were black like first foot coal, clutched as white as chalk-dust Her fingers sweated india-ink and poison-pen letters There
.... Owww... Well I'm in a guided missile, and I'm lost in the sky. I won't be returning, until things feel right. I got a poison pen letter, ain't that
