Testi:
Her Words Kill Make Me Beautiful

make me beautiful. As you once thought I was, make me beautiful. Sitting on the bed side you glanced, slightly to the right but in my path. Make me beautiful

myriad of my metaphors make me a mystical mystery They can't battle me; so they'd rather embarrass me By being mad at me, they commit microphone heresy

has never loved] Menage-la, et ne la fait pas souffrir Le coeur d'une femme est une chose si delicate [Menage her, and don't make her suffer A woman

like your supposed to care for me I ain't believing that for the ghost of me Masturbatin to Jodeci But as soon as I get her hit her split her Make her

trouble, I knew I could change her So I bought her the heroin she needed which kept her off the game Then one of her druggy friends asked me To do the

get lost tonight (Killa) Would it be alright? You'll see (killa) Her feet go down to DEATH, so don't let her consume you Even though her heart is black, her exterior's beautiful

feat. Killa Sin, La the Darkman) "Hav Mercy.." [Intro: Killa Sin (La the Darkman)] (Yeah) Yeah, yeah, so be it Another year down (uh), Killa Sin Killa

count is about to affix Playing God is such a thrill for me My young ministry with six women become un-inhibited they kill for me The God of love, I leave

her what she'll do when it comes time to chose sides Yo, her skin is yellow, it's like her face is blond word is bond And her hair is long and straight