I've got no bad side I'm snotty and snide and I'll be your landslide Everybody wants me to play nice but Don't you know I am the king of vice? "No future
will never heal you There's nowhere left to hide Scarred for life, scarred for life Wither away little victim victim of the night Scarred for life, scarred
Traduzione: Vice Squad. Scarred For Life.
Lets Stop Faking Be Real Now I Got A Room And A Hard On , Still Down? U Been Staring A Bar Full Of Black Dudes Say You Wanna See My Scar And My Tattoos
life Everybody wants a fly car, nice crib and all tha ice When they see me in the street, they wanna call the vice Get on some landlord shit and turn
A$$] Word on tha streets, see it aint nobodies business secret to keep, so keep heat incase things get deep peace box is where it starts, scarred flesh
time I'm wasting my life with you sick of the sight of you. No feeling no laughter. You wear me down with antimatter. And from you I'll carry this scar
des bas-fonds, Qui parfois se soulevent, pour eux j'eleve la voix, Ma foi, je cherche ma voie, pour sortir de ce monde etroit En proie a l'illicite, au vice
His children lost to free will And the cost of beaten hearts Like the night 'twixt vice and Virtue When Her kiss became a scar Seraph enemies Why has
I knew deep eyes Of a distant Christ Were scarred from afar under starry lustre Sighting my recitals on the rites of vice Perverting Virtue Enslaving
I'm a saint by name I had a friend called 'generous Bilby' He was a saint by name His only vice was that he died while I did a little dance From dust
stale, Cookie went to jail Had to sling a little yale to make bail She said, "I'm hot baby, I can't work in this town The vice pick me up just as soon
is urban-able, exhaust manifold A tar can of hos to lubricate my system quick Shaky bitches off the dick Cos she got a vice grip on the flow from my lips
Kneeling, weeping, scarred hands bleeding. Through stained glass light shines at the end of the tunnel. We won't weep at the feet of your Mary. Vice
and dimes hot and here's where the line stops And I can't keep my nine in the bushes, Spice Cause them jealous niggas and them dopefiends and the fuckin vice
man's a mute, it's a wonder his mandibles move Hurling curses, reciting verses, they say he sensed a feud Of Hindu's murderin' Muslims and vice-a-versa
to get my pockets-paid To hell with legitimate moves that topic's-played Shots-get-sprayed due to extended frustration Facin' humiliation, plus-hatin' Fukk-waitin' negativity scarred
