Слова:
The Books The Way Out

you. You are such an idiot, idiot, idiot. I can kill you with a rifle...a shotgun, any way I want to. Probably by cutting your toes off and working my way

do it for the man, men never notice You just do it for yourself, you're the fucking coldest Intelligent too, ooh, you're my sweetheart I've always liked my women book

come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way) Oh, I said, oh, yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way) Oh, I said, oh, yeah

you sick I wanna sell you out Want to expose your flaws I wanna steal your things I wanna show you off I wanna tell you lies I wanna write you books

you sick I wanna sell you out Want to expose your flaws I wanna steal your things I wanna show you off I wanna tell you lies I wanna write you books

' to mom on the phone one night Getting all caught up on the gossip The in's and out's of the small town life She said oh by the way son, old man Wrigley

I give everything I got, try to give more then I take For Heavens sake I keep on smiling No matter what comes my way And I may be passin' out on Friday

Stick up, hands in the air You move, you lose, 'cause the Ice don't care No chance to run, don't shout Flinch an inch I'm gonna take you out Grand Larcenist

dog you With an edit, print the words the way you never said it But we gotta make 'em regret it, soldiers, word, I know a lot of brothas Out there want