Sexual sin Curse of lust Satanic lover, taste the blood We are not what they are We are known for what we are not Sick sex six Crawl in dust Cast the
ترجمه: بی دین. جنسیت بیمار شش.
a dollar Whether soft or harder of course you still gonna holla My my, I'm big huh, I rip my prick through your hooters I'm sick, you couldn't measure my dick with six
it is. Hey! ["Flagpole Sitta" by Harvey Danger] I'm not sick, but I'm not well. And I'm so hot, 'cause I'm in hell. I'm not sick, but I'm not well
Man I met this chick so fine So bad, she made me sick some time I just had to fuck this bitch one time I met her in the galleria shopping, buying Gifts
and flannel, this man knew any clan We're here for the catz in the minivan, got let this schemy plan Pay me man, scan, sex, cars any money Sex guard
a mouth full of cum She made money for a minute but she loved the sex So I cut the bitch loose like an old school 'vette Six months later I'm still
Your man-freaked that, I told John, ?Get back? Broke your 8Track, A-Dats stole your Kit Kats Grab your fanny pack and gagged you With a six, pack a six
t shit changed, we gon' bang like this And I'm drinkin' this fifth, we still don't take no shit I got a sixth sense, that tells me you ain't worth six cents I'm sick
pistols Walkin' contradiction like Quiet Noise No words, eyes blurred with my diamonds pores Four karats in these ears make you call your boys While I'm surrounded by bitches with guns and sex
chain link gates Hit the keg, grab the mic and celebrate Uno dos, uno dos, mic check one two Sick like the agua in Tijuana, I'm sick like the flu Tilt
[1st verse] I was born in seventy-one In seventy-two I started to walk Seventy-three Seventy-four Seventy-five I learned to talk Seventy-six I tried
up) A, I'm lifted B, I'm twisted C, I'm sick and sadistic A, B and C somethings I do I just can't stand Up in my bathroom I sex six women mentally just
I'm the siccest in the west, hit it in the chest, in a minute I'm rippin' nigga like wet sex. You're sentimental I get the the riddle n' shoot TECs cut
we call Him tee, now me and my nigga tee was fuckin' the same Bitch named nicky, nicky was the spanish type of bitch Who liked the sex, she was down for havin' sex
thick as few college books, I got a new polished look And twenty dime bitches, to show y'all niggaz how my two dollars look The boy's got at least six
I'm twenty six years old, please tell me what have I got A monopoly or misery, I guess that's my lot Ten years of eating bullshit leaves, it's taste in
y'all niggas try to quaratine us Ya'll niggas shook up, and all that like orange juice is My gun american, but my niggas got foreign enemies Six cars