the crawl, do the crawl, yeah, do the crawl Back into the woods Now do the slide, do the slide, yeah, you and me Back into the sea Do the crawl, do
we haven't, just look what we've done Still making fire out of sticks and stones Standing united all together alone Do the crawl, do the crawl, do the crawl
Превод: Смасх Моутх. Индексирање.
what we haven't, just look what we've done Still making fire out of sticks and stones Standing united all together alone Do the crawl, do the crawl, do the crawl
by the hair and drag her across the Sahara (Bitch!) You aware of this rap terrorist with a therapist With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled up
and let the blood reign explain my behavior (Chorus) Madchild: It goes:cracked halo horns on my helmet Little doll crawl in cherry red velvet Burning Man in the house of charm Chemical to the mouth
on a spring Big Violent J with the axe out (Shing!) Trouble we bring, a juggalo thing Wicked clown with the boom bow bang IN YO FACE! (Shaggy 2 Dope) Smash
With a crucifix - I smash her body The deformation - is grotesque My passion crawls - for your flesh The ritual - can begin Turn the cross - upside down
Demolition of bodies, smashed and broken Piles of guts, moist and steaming Tendons severing, brains are boiling Unburied corpses in state of decay Rotten
could an ounce of guilt boil in your blood? This blood we shared - seeps from an ever present truth a missing piece of my past - still makes me crawl
Style in ya mouth 2000, plus one, bitch Yeah, yeah, Personal Business Keep it there, Bad Azz Run your Business, my nigga Oh boy, yeah, from the Sac-Town back to the LBC Somethin' that you crawl
room Here's what we plotted Let's fight, let's smash, let's win We gon' fight, we gon' smash Let us in, let's fight, let's smash, let's win Just like
All the bricks caved in smashed the mouths of the weak All the bricks caved in to crush what we tend to seek I've found my last temptation turns into
, snap the neck now. Drum set, smash it. Kick the kick drum, one time, kicked in, smashed up, break it, break up. See the flames begin to crawl, upward
the road'll get rough when A toy mc, gets the heart to pull a bluff and There's no laughter, cause the one that I'm after Is smashed, for that reason
the hair and drag her across the Sahara (Bitch!) You aware of this rap terrorist with a therapist With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled up his
[Lyrics by Chris and Paul] Demolition of bodies, smashed and broken, piles of guts, moist and steaming Tendons severing, brains are boiling, unburied
