Testi:
Glue Gun

blood thirsty... So what's hardcore? Really, are you hardcore? Hmm. So what's hardcore? Really, are you hardcore? Hmm. We begin our day by the way of the gun

a necrophiliac Digging out backs and feeling tracks when I rack Full Metal Jacket rapid tacks Stanley Kubrick with two clicks for faggots on some bullshit My twenty-one gun

an hour down the highway I'm running from a world that doesn't want me anymore Will I find the effort pretend to try To put things back together this glue

I tied myself into you, we became just as one. You were a bullet of hate, with a ton of force, and i was just your gun. Your the antidote and the disease

[Verse 1: B.o.B] Well me and her were the 2 Me and her were together like glue But we lived packed in a shack Like the old lady who lived in a shoe And

an it nuh cool down Nah lef mi strappings it's like it glue down Show mi di next target mi go shoot down Mi just mek some duppy from mi new gun Weh dem

Or maybe niggaz in the hood just ain't 'bout it Talkin' Hercules, and ain't nothin' but dog food Staten Island, New York City drools Crazy glue on my

wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be. A little gambling is fun when you're with me (I love it). Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun.

it's within The natural in the live of life of unrestricted sin Huh, sounds fun but like a hand and a gun Sin and death go together like Sanford and Son