Who ever made You a god Who ever gave You the right To criticize Take another slice Cut out shut out run out Tear digital noise out It cuts you up Cuts you up It cuts you up
shut out, run out Tear digital noise out It cuts you up, cuts you up Heavy hate will feed it Sharp sized razor bleed it It cuts you up, cuts you up Cuts you, cuts you up
Traduzione: Static-X. Cuts You Up.
You a god Who ever gave You the right To criticize Take another slice Cut out shut out run out Tear digital noise out It cuts you up Cuts you up It cuts you up
's full of surprises, you can live or you can die You can fuck on the first night, or try, in the late night [Chorus] * DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence 2X
beams, while I flow as smooth as the stream Pockets stacked up 'drolics and jacked up, Roley packed up with stones Ripping tracks up hanging placks up, endo stacked up
? Cookin' facts up so all that's in your lyric book is crap Claimin' you jookin' chaps, to me you the shookest cats How you sell your soul, you might
Enbalm your neighborhood to let me if you could Be a G a you claim to be, let me know if you could We back shootin' up homes and Cadillac's {*gun shot
nothin but cheese y'all (The nigga that talks, he's a bitch) 4x [ VERSE 1 ] Would you look, would you listen Niggas be snitchin, talkin, rattin All up
written in graffiti xeroxed on blueprints Students influenced are now a nuisance You couldn't fight it, you had to clap to this You got excited, you
get up off my dick ! [x3] Catch a Mega blast, Mega blast, Mega blast Oh please, oh please, oh please Just get up off my dick [x3] Catch a mega blast
fall Watch your head roll off like volleyball So all you motherfuckers down with the fly guy Look me in the face,like you're strong when you walk by And all you
has changed Since we, stepped up in this game and stepped up wit' our game (ballin') No more chef cuttin' cain Hoes X'd up in they brain Lemme sex up
[static] Ya don't stop [DJ cuts] It's like that y'all, ya don't quit [DJ cuts] It's like that y'all, ya don't quit [DJ cuts] [Verse One: Nouka] On
I gush Cock, d-d-diesel cuts Lyrical arsenal equivalent to arsenic Now shut up punks, I want +Silence+ from you +Lambs+ then I slams you with +Cape Fear
you with the skill and level of a geen beret Then I'll appear before you as an Eloheem Here to scorch you The razor sharp blade I'll force you to cough up
