Mr. Damage Mr. Damage, walks through the doors of the sacrificial church Mr. Damage, meets you in the lobby then leaves you in the lurch Mr. Damage
ترجمه: فرشتگان. آقای خسارت.
Tech N9ne!) [Tech N9ne] Follow me, all around the planet, I run the gamut on psychology They could never manage, we do damage wit' no apology Pick 'em
in this room Despair is no fun anymore Nihilism knocked three times on the ceiling But the rosy fingers of dawn always inserted themselves In the nose of unfulfilled promises Angels
burning ember Embedded in your chest: the soul watches TV And gorges itself on blood and popcorn Now that's what I call decay decline and hard times Hard times, very hard times, Mr
(Mr. Gene Poole) Lovin' this sound comin out to yo system I spark to get yall off to a good start. Show me some heart, walk through my hood after dark
(Crowd cheering) [Mr. Majesty] This is Mr. Majesty representin' on behalf of the 7th Sign Regime (Laughs) (Yea, yea, yea, 7th Sign Regime representin
camp Hook Verse 3: Wack mcs get damaged like civil eyes to savage Sharp lyrics cut deep wounds these niggas need bandages They can't handle this los angeles
[Crowd cheering] [Mr. Majesty] This is Mr. Majesty representin' on behalf of the 7th Sign Regime [Laughs] (Yea, yea, yea, 7th Sign Regime representin
(feat. Mr. Gene Poole) [Mr. Gene Poole] The loveliest sound coming out to yo' system I spark to get y'all off to a good start Show me some heart, walk
the pinnacle!) (Yeah, Tech N9ne!) [Tech N9ne] Follow me, all around the planet, I run the gamut on psychology They could never manage, we do damage
Brain damage.. It's brain damage.. I got brain damage.. It's brain damage.. It's probably brain damage.. It's brain damage.. Brain damage.. I got brain
: [Crowd cheering] [Mr. Majesty] This is Mr. Majesty representin' on behalf of the 7th Sign Regime [Laughs] (Yea, yea, yea, 7th Sign Regime representin
] Brain damage.. It's brain damage.. I got brain damage.. It's brain damage.. It's probably brain damage.. It's brain damage.. Brain damage.. I got brain
[Verse 1:] A yo, all praises due, Mr.kool is such an asshole, I rock the halo nice And quite in my castle, I keep the voice nice and crispy, for you
Mr. Nice smoke Make you feel dizzy like someone suffering from vertigo on a tightrope How the fuck you think that angels sound angelic reaching for the
pinnacle!) (Yeah, Tech N9ne!) [Tech N9ne] Follow me, all around the planet, I run the gamut on psychology They could never manage, we do damage wit?
