round up books And you cry your tiny sick tears Tiny sick tears Tiny sick tears Tiny sick tears You know you gotto gotto gotto gotto Youve gotta find
Traducere: Zappa, Frank. Tiny Lacrimi Sick.
One] We hit em and get em, we stick em and jig em we pick em and kick em Flippin them whip and I'm wing-clippin them lip cause I'm cold sick of them Much
the crown he's gonna tear them apart and a grime MC was telling me I kill them and i put them in a cemetery and if anybody thinks they're sick in the
] We hit em and get em, we stick em and jig em we pick em and kick em Flippin them whip and I'm wing-clippin them lip cause I'm cold sick of them Much
sad songs Sick of that sick feeling that stays in her stomach Sick of waiting for a rescue by someone who found one of her bottles Sick of being daddy
The dog saw me and, they tear They looked liked they try to tear him off I said, "Oh my God! They want to eat my husband" I was sittin' at the pound
kingdom built on pain Pure evil poured on everyone Is how he plays his game Psychotic, deranged, crazy, insane Poke me with a stick I'm locked up in this tiny
Intro: (*distressed Latino woman*) The dog saw 'im...they tear...they...looked liked they try to tear him off. I said "Oh my God! They want to eat my
fuck you, motherfucker rusty nails rip at my hands rolling down in my bed rip apart the vision that you see with your eyes on tv red tear, into your
of fact adjust the motha fucken bass I hear alot of foos talking but I don't see em doing shit [Verse 2:] I break foos off I'm sick like cannibal lately
the crown He's gonna tear them apart And a grime MC was telling me I kill them and I put them in a cemetery And if anybody thinks they're sick in the
The dog saw 'im...they tear...they...looked liked they try to tear him off. I said "Oh my God! They want to eat my husband {Verse 1:} I was sittin at
These are the words to justify All against all. I'm so sick and tired of it. Treat me like meat. Tear me to pieces and feed the dogs. A thousand polite tiny
