When you're lookin' in the mirror there is no one in sight Do you really know who you are So ya wanna change your life Do you really know who you are
Перевод: Резня. Do Ya Know.
as the cold wind blows When it snows and it's twenty be-low Ask me why man I just don't know know know know know know know I'm as cold as the cold wind
through Dazed and I'm so confused Days that I don't know who Gave these molecules too Me What am I gone do Had the prodical son The diabolical one Very methodical I slaughtered
charlie brown] I don’t know what the deal is You hafta ask my partna dinco d Yo yo tell us d tell us d Mass confusion g, I don’t know what’s up Hey yo
(that I go) Ask the bouncers in the club cause they know (cause they know) I start some shit they throw me out the back do' (the back do') Come back
I C E B E R G What's that spell? Iceberg, nigga, can't you read? Time to bleed slaughter slice Try to say I wasn't nice as we waxed them punks like lab
make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up I oughta duct tape your infant daughter Show y'all soldier ass niggaz, I'm Murder City's Sergeant Slaughter
You come around, it's like what, I just gotta get my dick sucked And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin' to But I'm not him, aight Slim? So watch what you do
yellow tape to tape off the scene of the slaughter, still gettin' swoll off bread and water. I don't know if they fags or what--search a nigga down
the yellow tape to tape off the scene of the slaughter, still gettin' swoll off bread and water. I don't know if they fags or what--search a nigga down
the yellow tape to tape off the scene of the slaughter, still gettin' swoll off bread and water. I don't know if they fags or what-- search a nigga down
, Show me where they at, I will destroy, Im bout to fuck somethin up, I might as well call the lawyer, Good music run this bitch, Yes we do, I know you
't no reason for you to fuck ya best friend Or ya cousin or ya brother's girl Get ya own bitch, mayn, you know what I'm sayin'? You runnin' around here
double what y'all got Ya hotshots, ain't got blocks, ya punta muchacha From the days in school, now a motherfucker rule And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya
Days that I don't know who, gave these molecules to me What am I gonna do? Hey, the prodigal son The godfather for one Very methodical when I slaughter
I don't know what the deal is, you hafta ask my partna Dinco D Yo yo, tell us D, tell us D, mass confusion g, I don't know what's up Hey yo man, it's
to get lost because you know you're soft C'mon Now you know just who i am And what i do because i'm in demand Because i look good, do you hear my man
