six feet down, one piece at a time, for the insects to find Thrown six feet down, one piece at a time, for the insects to find Rest in pieces, in the
Traduzione: Six Feet Under. Rest In Pieces.
ferment in the grave thrown six feet down one piece at a time for the insects to find rest in pieces in the grave you're bleeding rest in pieces
Movements scripted for the dead... Orchestral horrors I vehemently conduct My corpus concertos cordial Disinterred... and detuned With six feet below
and you still gettin taunted If the Father of Creation was to come at you down You'd find a very pleasant home six feet under the ground Poppa was here
soul can't rest today I can't bring myself to pray I get down on my knees Cause you will always be six feet under me [Verse One] Frank, I'm sorry you
top, on the regular or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by your competitor Gunshots echo throughout the city like thunder, no wonder Another brother six feet under
Jeep get it in And took a rest stop at the river bend We living, we made it the fuck out, mad slugs delivering Pretty soon we at my rest piece, up in
daisy motherfuckers with the pistol grippin They ass is trippin because the Nina gave that ass a whippin The back-street way yard six feet digger Loced
soul can't rest today I can't bring myself to pray I get down on my knees 'Cause you will always be six feet under me My soul can't rest today And I
Reporter] Where'd you come from? [Billy Flynn] Mississippi [Reporter] And your parents? [Billy Flynn] Very wealthy. [Reporter] Where are they now? [Billy Flynn] Six feet under
Then kill a daisy motherfuckers with the pistol grippin They ass is trippin because the nina gave that ass a whippin The back-street way yard six feet
