you You are the one, the one I need To make my dreams come true Oh, you should know, I love you so And I can't go on without you You are the one, the
Translation: Slaughter. You Are The One.
, baby I ain't asked you to fear it Mandatory you think about it after you hear it And it's the evils that's gonna make you have to compare it You know
to you I love you Doodi The days are cold livin' without you The nights are long, I'm growing older I miss the days of old, thinkin' about you You may
I attack my rap squad are fake Gods Faker than their tongue, strung out From the tongue out bring out fraudulence To the audience 'cause they are conveyors
that's wack Plus you use that loop over and over Claiming that you got a new style Your attempts are futile, Ooo chile Your puerile Brain waves are sterile You can't create, you
'm sayin', "Fuck you, punk." Readin' my rights and shit. It's all junk. Pullin' out a silly club, so you stand with a fake-ass badge and a gun in your
I'm sayin', "Fuck you, punk." Readin' my rights and shit. It's all junk. Pullin' out a silly club, so you stand with a fake-ass badge and a gun in your
, everything has changed You say how can I make these dirty raps Number one albums, back to back If it was 1950, do you think I'd sell, no They probably
a bitch 'cuz you wanna get a nut off Think about that money first, mayn What is that bitch doin' for you? What are you gettin' outta the situation?
you parle with dun I clap you, I clap him, and that's rule number one Suckin' my dick, and I don't give a fuck what you spit Who you are, where you
a breeder wont bore you, what happened to a time you wrote a ryhme and people adored you? and now you say one ting the breeder will scortch you, thats
I'm white And I write all night with a bare swinging light on the computer alright A producer alright, I produced this song So you know who you are, you know you
what do you say. Got to change, change, change, change. Check it out and see - there could be a better lifestyle. My hopes are big as the sky, My dreams are
really gone you never seen anyone so gone there's pictures in a museum, some lines written in a book but you won't find a live one, no matter where you
Said fuck you, with a capital "I", look who's back to antag-gonize You don't like it, you can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and die You right back
