Překlad: Blind Prasata. Zítra se nezmění.
Překlad: Blind Prasata. Sedm Od září.
Překlad: Blind Prasata. Idiot.
Překlad: Blind Prasata. Poslední hovor.
Překlad: Blind Prasata. Zbraně a sbory.
Překlad: Dance Of Days. Cem Mil Bolas De Neve (s Henrik (Blind prasata)).
city a serious task Bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask Word Continued clockin' freaks with emcee posterior Rollin' in allmenn blazer with a louie
'm the wrong Ice for your bruise and that's no lie Meanwhile the penile is stacked to the top With my niggaz, mostly for squeezin' triggas I call 'em homies, pigs
me down with cold cash Knew I would get busy- He didn't waste time to ask Word Continued clockin' freaks with emcee posterior Rollin' in allmenn blazer with a louie
you? See the blind mice? We the blind mice Trying to get in where we fit in Doing anything to be down Two hundred million blind mice Running through this town See the blind
' exilery Ol' play the desert e, shoot ten millime' Master the millipede, you try to end the sea Your body being found in the neighbor yard artillery A black blind
This is the story of three little pigs And the projected damage that they did, pig number one was white Thought everything he did was right, the pigology
I'd rather rhyme build my client Get mine never blind and pack a nine They never see my desperate signs And fuck a bind They think I'm blind to his kind
[Music: Adams / Harrington / Esquivel] [Lyrics: Esquivel] They're mislead by authority And they're guinea pigs with dignity With everlasting memories
window by the black bed I saw the pigs and the four on a flatbed Then the light from the bird hit me in the face I close the blinds 'cause I didn't wanna
him out without a doubt Nothin' ass nigga, he straight ratted us out But since he sang such a good song The pigs even gave his ass a ride home The blind
park, sipping wine casks, Watching whole cars as they went flying past, I couldn't paint so I rhymed to the writers, They'd laugh, light up a smoke, and get blinded
in my woolly coat And I blind him with my pen 'Cause someone must have stuck something in my drink Every thing's getting strange looking Half the people have turned into squealing pigs
