and look and stare How many friends have we over there? The border guards fight unconvincingly Whatever we do it seems things are arranged We always have to feed the enemy
Oversettelse: Magazine. Feed The Enemy.
that shit ain't worth it, you burnin' up see From the window of my room, the gloom spreadin' across The land of milk and honey, no money to feed the
s puny neck It's my right to insist That he acknowledge my existence But he just displays complete lack of respect That's what he says to himself As he uses magazines
just close are eyes and open fire Mash and bang on niggaz let them hot boys fly You can tell a maniac got a look in his eye, card green, two Magazines
me on your color TV screen Public enemy #1, Targets on my head better get a gun Public Enemy #1, In the home of the brave Public Enemy #1, Targets on
that shit ain't worth it, you burnin up see [B-Real] From the window of my room, the gloom spreadin across the land of milk and honey, no money to feed
talked about it purposefully Next time I see it, it's gonna have a word with me The Biological Chemical emergency I purchase the beat; I resumed PsyOps on the enemy
the cock stand Able at least No fables just speech From each individual piece of the puzzle Which makes up the puddle to drown the enemy sound Defend
eyes and open fire Mash and bang on niggaz let them hot boys fly You can tell a maniac got a look in his eye, card green, two Magazines and a throw away
shit ain't worth it, you burnin up see [B-Real] From the window of my room, the gloom spreadin across the land of milk and honey, no money to feed the
