poison you feed me ... but I survive on it , and it leaves me guilt fed, hatred fed, weakness fed.. and I feel ugly, and dead inside. Shit adds up at the bottom
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you feed me ... but I survive on it , and it leaves me guilt fed, hatred fed, weakness fed.. and I feel ugly, and dead inside. Shit adds up at the bottom
Traduzione: Tool. Fondo.
hope in an ugly world rougher than rugby Where stuff be making it hard to say, "Jesus Loves Me." Plus we see the sorrow And many get rich bettin' their bottom
m Title The Tool Man Taylor with two blammers that's fatal And yeah, I get quite the facial stare Put your face on the stairs With your neck on the bottom
up di road a shot pool, An a argument develop wit me and a likkle fool! Him tell mi bout mi mother and a reach fi him tool, Mi nearly lost me temper but
'll be done done it Collipark, Bubba Sparxxx Do the Ying-Yang thang or anythang, I'm just a star Ms. New Booty, thank you ma'am Bottom broad brought
, I'll be done done it Collipark, Bubba Sparxxx Do the Ying-Yang thang or anythang, I'm just a star Ms. New Booty, thank you ma'am Bottom broad brought
I got a god and a church and they're both in my head My heart is a tool, used for pumping blood My soul is on the bottom of my shoe covered in mud [
Through my anatomy, dwells another being Rooted in my cortex, a servant to its bidding Brutality now becomes my appetite Violence is now a way of life The sledge my tool
Through my anatomy, dwells another being Rooted in my cortex, a servant to its bidding Brutality becomes my appetite Violence is now a way of life The sledge my tool
on to you before you can You tryin to stand behind a bush like a republican [Chorus] [Verse 2: Chamillionaire] You on the top they gonna hate ya (hate ya) You on the bottom
