Back the fuck up (Back up off of me) You know you've got to Back the fuck up (Back up off of me) (Back up off of me) (Me) (Off of me) (Off of me) Back
edge of darkness my friend stood up to the enemy so life could begin you know you got to back the fuck up back up off of me traces of ignorance
ترجمه: کارخانه ترس. برگشت فاک بالا.
that edge of darkness my friend stood up to the enemy so life could begin you know you got to back the fuck up back up off of me traces of ignorance
Waka flocka i love money an she love me back, money in my stomach gat me lookin like im fat, ,gatta big ass staack , watch the striper bring me sacks
You watch yourself 'cause you're livin' out your fuckin' dream Got your back as you wanna take away again Got yourself, livin' out your fuckin' trend What's it now you fucking
my mind on my tummy and my tummy on my mind Some assembly required, let me run it down the line The factory is open, time card punched Until lunchtime, it's crunch time Back
a cruelly mutated arm Up into the kitchen of the human factory farm It tries to scream but can't without a tongue One more slaughtered in the kitchen of the human factory
roses, Foes is, shaking in their boots, Invisible bullies like The Gooch, Disappear...vamoose...you're wack to me, Take them rhymes back to the factory
on my tummy, and my tummy on my mind Some assembly required, let me run it down the line The factory is open, time card punched Until lunch time it's crunch time, back
lyrical scourges Cause I'm a purist and you're TRIFE life is purposeless Just give it up, like slutty mannequins, you're a fake fuck It seems you lost
mind on my tummy, and my tummy on my mind Some assembly required, let me run it down the line The factory is open, time card punched Until lunch time it's crunch time, back
, shaking in their boots, Invisible bullies like The Gooch, Disappear...vamoose...you're wack to me, Take them rhymes back to the factory, I see, The
m calling out to you. Nerves wrapped tight around my spine. I'm past the point of caring what the rest of them think. They've got the fear. They're holding back
murderous lyrical scourges Cause I'm a purist and you're TRIFE life is purposeless Just give it up, like slutty mannequins, you're a fake fuck It seems
