Testi:
Hot Snakes I Hate The Kids

too I can't stand you You make a mockery of our struggle [? ] with plans too And I swear to god I wish you helped [? ] back/beck? too And I caressed

I'm straight from the strong, thug to your life Right to yo wrong, I'll put the good to your evil I'm the shells to your chrome, you dig that? I'm life, I

the m-I, l-I-o Got snakes all around, so I tell my hoes That they can't be around when I sell my blow 'Cause distraction's a bad thing, hell, I know

winds Battling me like I have to start busting for you I'm like a suspect package, I got nothing to prove Fuck it, I'll serve you straight from the kitchen

blood on all our hands I already got enough on my mind to be stressin and now I can't even watch the news its depressin I see em battle through saddam

through my red eyes, I was under the spell Ain't nothing like the good ol' days, like the first gun I clutch First nut I bust, caught her at the double

niggas battle the bike So I rip mics tight, and vibe right We shine on each other till the climax On your best systems, I'm deep like addiction Whenever I

you found hate, stupid I run with a 112 kids who raped Cupid Plus got head, see my eyes, bloodshot red Hands where I can cee like Busta said I lead by

. its hot in the kitchen and even hotter in the den and if you say jump he'll say "when". 666 carved on his face, likes velcro, he hates shoelace. fangs