fuss you chicken shit Get on with it, can't you see it's time to quit I seen three men hangin' from a sycamore Their bodies were stiff as a two by four
the fuss you chickenshit get on with it can't you see its time to quit I seen three men hangin' from a sycamore their bodies were stiff as a two by four
Oversettelse: Murder By Death. Tre menn Hanging.
off the fuss you chickenshit get on with it can't you see its time to quit I seen three men hangin' from a sycamore their bodies were stiff as a two by
sons heart simultaneously grew colder he started hanging out selling bags in the projects checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects he was fascinated by
a threat to decent society. Fuck them. I hope we are. What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them their voice? For fucks
a hanging case. [Roxie Hart] Hanging? [Martin Harrison] - I'm ready to go to the jury tomorrow. [Roxie Hart] Wait a minute, what do you mean hanging
threat to decent society. Fuck them. I hope we are. What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them their voice? For fucks
this, we alumni's! [Chorus x1: Jeni Singing] [Forte' ] Nikki gunz, meets Casino Red.... [Verse Three: St. Nikolas] Murderous, Brooklyn burglars,
