In the heat of the moment When two bodies are melting as one Embers fallin' down from the fire above And you'll be cryin' out for more In the heat of
Traducere: Slaughter. Căldură de moment.
name I'll spin you like a quarter, drink you like water Hit below the belt with things you never thought of I lay down the law that I am a slaughter
world Memories will fade Misty tales and poems lost All the bliss and beauty Will be gone, will my weary soul find Release for a while At the moment
an arm raise the slaughter is started One or two crack up and start to cry Selfishness breeds in this cesspool of sorrow Every few moments I see I friend
of power and just cancel (Period) Out of order, conquer and slaughter You're comin' up shorter, boy, you'll need more to Compete 'cause the heat is
, DJ's around the world Had a rough week, it got beat by passion Saddled up, tweaked off a beat, started mashin' Matador Rica, the heat from the heater
[Gift of Gab] Had a rough week, it got beat by passion Saddled up, tweaked off a beat, started mashin' Matador Rica, the heat from the heater In her
with that Cause the youth I got I can't have that back I'm the general, commendable, overall dependable Loc'd out of cosmos but most times sensible Live for the minute the moment
jacket's full-metal And men I'm hackin' through several (I'm like a soldier, I'll fold you) A blow to your composure, heat of the moment I be meat-cleavin
icy world Memories will fade [Chorus] Misty tales and poems lost All the bliss and beauty Will be gone Will my weary soul find release for a while At the moment
doing numbers that breed it, bleed it, can't defeat it Bush, the political gangster, man you gotta be high Gave plenty of orders for slaughters ain't
Couldn't cross with what, navigations Original hypocrites turned Digital, access pivotal Metaphysical state, you can't relate Where each drop of water, symbolic to atomic slaughter
no name I'll spin you like a quarter, drink you like water Hit below the belt with things you never thought of I lay down the law that I am a slaughter
Gift of Gab] Had a rough week, it got beat by passion Saddled up, tweaked off a beat, started mashin' Matador Rica, the heat from the heater In her world
But where the hell are Ray Manzarek and Robby Krieger The tricks of the trade get rich and get paid Launch your career but your flights been delayed I slaughter
