Have the virgins with their honesty... guarantee? We move like vandals down darkened streets And talk like dime store nobles
Traducción: Christian Death. Cães.
Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum Strength 5 Boroughs of death we rep to death Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx.. [KRS-One] We hit em and get em, we stick
dogs die Who gon feed the pups My niggas is here, so you know the circle is tight I circle the block, and cut off the lights Pray to Christ Cause when
in mini skirts and big chests How can I not flirt with death That's life's a nigga, long as life prevent us We gonna sin a lot and pray to Christ, forgive
go) Bust your nine niggas, side by side niggas (C'mon) If we get the RICO law, we go run and hide niggas (Let's go) Death is the only thing that might
Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum Strength 5 Boroughs of death we rep to death Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx.. [KRS-One] We hit em and get em, we
over the fish of the sea Over the birds of the air, over the cattle And over all the earth" Projected image across my soul Saying, can't die Many death
it With the Grym an' the Undertake Devil's get baked, I'll stiff your ass like an eighth Tortures an' screams buildin' up my steam Death to whoever bumrushes
Christ Drag him through the whores! Come on... Come on... Orgies filled with joyous laughter Alters of the flesh Equinox eternal glory El descends in death
with weapons that homicidal Star leaves you marked from the start like tribal scars, Allah punk I'm hazardous as a bomb and arms spinnin' like Christ
touch them niggaz face soon as I say somethin' Got a pump that'll tear your arm quick, when I leave a carcass You would think you in Death Row's office
like life or death, I'm a rebel My poetry's deep, I never fell Nas is like half man half amazing No doubt Nas is like life or death, I'm a rebel My poetry
. Still is the sea. The valley of death keeps calling me. Rest my eyes from the world. This dying place, it's so absurd. Oh, Christ above, whom
guard the secrets of the temple's vault We dressed in white and warlike red a few noble knights of purest soul armed with cold steel and fiery hearts infidel dogs
Christian: Harold Zidler, and his infamous girls. They called them his...Diamond Dogs Beck: The diamond dogs Diamond dogs: Voulez-vous
the slightest crackle Can't see the slightest smiles And we blur into our death and the second great death Whilst we chase chicks and dream of a paradise without wings or sorrow, Christ
