(he hates its face) just sittin' and talkin' to Heart and ticks talkin' back to Clock in slow and studied kicks the fears of Gun are the fears of everyone
Переклад: День Народження. Побоювання Gun.
'm about (Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains These are all the things that a G brings To your party, birthday, wedding
My friends, it's her fucking birthday She rocks there's nothing else to say I think that it will be a bloody friday I offered her a pretty gun thanks