Testi:
Mash

beer won't do it and neither will whiskey or rye There's only one thing gonna do the trick for me There's only one thing gonna do the trick for me And that's the corn mash

I'm mashing at all cause Only thing that I got, is my word and my balls People that prosecute me, niggaz that want me red When it comes to my dollas will I mash

rappt Bangerdreck, 8 Doppel 9 bangt Rap 8 Doppel was? Diese 8 doppeln krass 8 Doppel 9 ist dein Ende du Spast [Part 1: Mash] Und hier ist Mash, der

I tripped on mushrooms for half a week And it all came down to Me on the futon Asking myself how you could have run away from me How could you run away

Sickness grabs me by the hand And the cramp in my left leg warns me That if the nails of my hand are painted With some blue polish from I don?t know

I fell asleep on a roadtrip And the snow storm made me cross concrete Between high-speed highway lanes and exit lanes And I woke up to a sign that said

smile from the heart, We don't know the same words We don't need to There's so much more to you, You don't even hate me for being With the pioneers

Goodnight my love Sleep tight We'll both dream of The same night Steam rising Like an oath Squirrels flying And us both Taking taxis In winter clothes

Some people call me the space cowboy Some call me the gangster love And some people call me Maurice Cause I speak of the competence of love. Well, people