a bitch Kiss my ass Son of a bitch Son of a bitch You asshole Son of a bitch Son of a bitch Son of a bitch Son of a bitch Son of a bitch Cut you three
Traduzione: Six Feet Under. Son Of A Cagna.
Son of a bitch Kiss my ass Son of a bitch Son of a bitch You asshole Son of a bitch Cock suckin' motherfucker I was right - take this - Aaaah! Son of
you making your soul see that Six feet under the ground is where you sleep at Rest now, only the image of you looks over the ground While your kids is with a
get it legit, I got a jooks and I fuck with fire Get at ya bitch, I got a bitch with a bubble Fuck boo, fifth tucked under the snorkle Gon' ride when
enfrente es mi vengansa habre los ojos que yo estoy enfrente ya estubo te creias hombre a abrir la boca tu turno te a llegado aqui se acaba a ti te toca
and nappy a menstrating cycle thats never acting happy hormones, metapause, cramps yo I wonder pussy can't bury niggas six feet under others won't listen, vaginas all busted Son
them son of a bitches six feet under Cause I'm sick of runnin from you motherfuckers turnin tables cause i'm able I ain't fallin victim Time to play a
s getting close to the end, can you hear the thunder? N.W.A. going six feet under I ain't got no remorse 'cause I'm hard as a rock Ruthless Villain? Suck
a 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
in the six circle circle drink To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks More ices than a hockey rink, face of a Saint Went for a
I'm never to let a brother bass And if you bring on a crew, I hope the bitches saw Scarface Cause I'ma send em to the morgue Six feet under, gettin their
up son I'm goin uptown. What you doin? I'ma leave this motherfucking money That's hot shit Let's go son QB shit Fuck everybody [Black] Who make a better
ride, instead of the six While you lookin' for a bitch, we lookin' for a brick That we can cook by six and give the whole block a fix Catch me on "?"
round knock out Uh I bust a rhyme that dust frustrated rappers Dust crush competition, lights out like the Clapper The mic ripper, whip a nigga like a
home, he on like a fuck Did a dime for holdin' up the Gods up in the armored truck Ten years later son 280 on the weight tip He throwin' up six plates
, instead of the six While you lookin' for a bitch, we lookin' for a brick That we can cook by six and give the whole block a fix Catch me on T gettin
