what am I? I'm just a worthless member of a twisted language. We all speak this twisted language. Is this justifiable? We have raped her, and we are
Prevod: Med Buried And Me. Kaj smo postali.
we life partners, holy water on whatever devil comes and try to part us cana??t use anything I ever gave you to bury me you supposed to be the one that bury me
and continue the lesson No inconvenience at all, I insist on leaving an impression So relax and ride out Relax, okay and ride out Just relax and ride out Players, relax and
' at you live and on fire Kottonmouth Kings and Cypress Hill You know southern California be home of the highest Between the Hill and Kottonmouth, we
we're enemies And I can't tell if you even care I ignore the ice cold stare That chills what's left inside of me My best friend and my enemy Where
my one and only true love This will never change I predict But I do get tired If only they knew what push we have given For this music This happiness
by definition. I will end this human world. This is shit and i have proved this with my followers. Fuck humanity, end life. You are now dead, and i soon
Freedom is all I have to say in defense Of what the world's becoming A nation hell bent on choosing what's right And how we all should live our lives
partners, only want her I would never ever come and try and part us Can't use anything I ever gave you to bury me You supposed to be the one that bury me
to hide Still haunt me somewhere deep inside I know that many others knew Thin words that I can see right through Fall between the cracks of what we
feet And now I know I never knew about you, only me We carried this inside like some disease we couldn't beat But we could work, try to live and get
daily look more like Christ and put off the old man Put on the new man He seeks to use And stand firm there is no distinction between Greek and Jew The
! [Funkmaster Flex] Exactly! When we in the car we 22'd up When we in the big truck we 24'd up, y'knahmean? When you see me ridin, real fast, your job
[Music & lyrics by Between The Buried And Me] [Prospect #1] A twisted crash... vibrations forming my personal currency. A lifeline... a sweatbox, the
lids. The back of my skin is scarred, torn and broken. A reflection of what I've seen. (What have I become?) They let these people recreate. Maybe I should have
