You know what it is? Is that you're a masochist It's what I'm thinking right now I've never Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night And wouldn
Překlad: Díra. Star Belly.
: You know what it is? Is that you're a masochist It's what I'm thinking right now I've never Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night And wouldn
Got a pot belly It's not too big Gets in my way When I'm driving my rig Driving this country In a big old rig Things I've seen Mean a lot Friend has
road Fully-loaded by my waist, I'm bout to explode I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny Put a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a
I'm hidden in the scream when the virgin dies And I'm the ache in the belly when your baby cries And I'm the burnin' sensation when the convict fries
my ancle bruised on the block silly with a mint ?ellie? watch young ladies hop scotch with the pink jellies that's me trying to wop vetti with the longness and pot-bellied
bullet hole shot through by every sheriff with a badge in every town you stood beneath the street light with the moon above you and a star waiting like
Twist your limb Grow some more Bleeding as your belly expands Forgotten by the spirit wind You know that they're so boring As rotten threw the star from
80 Scars Yo, engineer, turn me up, yo I started off in the underground From mono to stereo now I'm surround sound Blowin' through your tubes leavin' holes
out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that? Holdin' my aim, with ways of wreck Never know what to expect, respect a hole in you chest My mind
, Crestsidin' through the fog I'm a double R hog, doin' dirt with my dogs Crest gorilla makin' scrilla, boy I gets G's Put more holes in a nigga than
I'm hidden in the scream When the virgin dies I'm the ache in the belly When your baby cries And I'm the burnin' sensation When the convict fries I'm
the road Fully-loaded by my waist, I'm bout to explode I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny Put a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like
out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that? Holdin' my aim, with ways to wreck Never know what to expect Respect a hole in you chest My mind
80 Scars Yo, engineer, turn me up, yo I started off in the underground From mono to stereo Now I'm surround sound Blowin through your tubes Leavin holes
