trisect her face is torn beyond the bone howling unbearable in a shock be victim of a killer dog is screaming with no face purest horror stupid little
her face is torn beyond the bone howling unbearable in a shock be victim of a killer dog is screaming with no face purest horror stupid little girl
Traduzione: Sangue. Screaming With No Face.
choking guttering drowning put in a wagon he had to keep pace as his eyes melt to his face if you could hear blood gurgling from ruptured lungs
Choking guttering drowning Put in a wagon he had to keep pace As his eyes melt to his face If you could hear blood Gurgling from ruptured lungs
and you'll never realize You can't C Me.. [Verse Two: 2Pac] Been getten worried that these square muthafuckers with nerves sayin they can get with
the ground now, damn this life is scary Try to hold in my pain, I drink till I'm buried This henessey got me gone, my eyes are blurry Face to face with
face on the news. Handcuffed and f**ked my broad crying and screaming. Unloyal ass niggas out here lyin and schemin. Sent the bitches and henchman at the dough with
resurrect me rut me cut me and infect me Slice me dice me I want to die screaming The thoughts of dead babies Wiped away with my semen Bleed me feed
with blood on her hands into the sun she stares She feels it die I heard her cry She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair with blood on her hands
everything with gasoline Grave flower blooms at your red light death scene We dance the electric Pagan Love Song We hunt with the children paling in the catacombs Trippin' on real blood
like a child with flowers in her hair with blood on her hands into the sun she stares she feels it die, I heard her cry like the scream of the butterfly
roach dreams, the human dust of pain twitching screaming hide your razor face finger paintings of the insane bloody mountain momma rockabilly machine kiddy porn lover with
man who invented the wheel and roll out funny Sittin' on a bundle rolled with twenties, subtle Sippin' Saber tooth blood puddle- I could roll with the
Was that somebody screaming... It wasn't me for sure I lift my head up from uneasy pillows Put my feet on the floor Cut my wrist on a bad thought And
train of thought with an altered course headed for fatal collision The jagged glass stepping stones as I hopscotch with wounded feet Misery serenades me with