feel 13 broken scabbed and torn 13 victims not yet born Dying slowly, closer, closer 13 pieces of my mind 13 13 13 13 rot over ten years decayed 13
Traduzione: Six Feet Under. 13.
: The sweet smell of the slow decayed another victim of the fucking grave the cold dirt is your last place to rest down in a hole stiff with rigormortis
: Somewhere in the darkness, another dies somewhere in the darkness, a child cries somewhere in the darkness, you scream in vain somewhere in the
: The shadow of the reaper, the shadow of the dead entombs the lifeless the darkest black is cast the shadow of the reaper, will you take its hand
: Thirteen pieces of your fate thirteen dead that will awake dying slowly, closer, closer thirteen pieces of my mind thirteen pieces of my mind
oh my god not another dead body the cadaver is cut up and cut up again gutted and split up in two to ferment in the grave thrown six feet down one
: The hopeless, the terrified you're petrified, it's time to die i vomit in the face of the faithful the mislead, the ignorant the ones who are truly
: I'm going straight to hell to burn in flames with the devil fuck the church and that chrisian shit my tombstone's carved with a six six six i don
: Deadly to you you'll just fade away nothing left in your head this is the touch of death deadly to you you'll just fade away nothing left in
: The knife will cut into your flesh soon to be ripped through your screams fall on deaf ears, the pain surmounting it now engulfs you, the terror
: Chop, chop, chop off comes the head i'm on a killing spree, machete in hand run for your life, run for your life headhunter of the cannibal tribe
: I take chances thinking of death i really just wish for it if it came today i'd kneel down and ask would you take my soul away? take it away,
drought, you assed out When you hear my name, nigga, you hear my street, nigga When you hear my street, nigga, you think six feet deep You think six feet
, but you wanted my wealth. I even bailed you outta jail and it's so hard To tell, but some niggas be snakes they wanna put you in the grave. Six feet
flid rod hull We want people to sing all our songs And the nuns at saint joseph's rappin' on smokin' bongs We wanna be remembered when we're six feet under
in my pocket you know what i pulled out The G13 then the zong was delivered But this battle just called for something bigger A bong about six or seven feet
8 years Wit my friends around my mom would shed some many tears She wanted me to have everything in life So at the age of 13 I started sellin dope under
