Tłumaczenie: Nieznany. Młodzi Hunting.
chrome Hard heads call it, "Home, sweet home" I rep that hat to the back, chrome blaze Low fade, blazin' the haze in the hallways Young black nigga '
, my soul-the faithless mind Fever-grows in empty veins And just the Garden that awaits... ...With my ancient life, unknown crimes Deadly instinct never lies Hunts
without a name... And the one who has her Love is no more safe..." "And until I get my peace I'm but a shade..." [The Witch-hunt] The sun lit the
Hard heads call it home sweet home I rep that, hat to the back, chrome blaze Low fade, blazin' the haze in the hallways Young black nigga, bout to come
fascination of your lunacy conquering the unreal. Hunting the mysteries, unknown identity. Inhuman capabilities to brutalize the young flesh. Pleasured
without a name... And the one who has her Love is no more safe..." "And until I get my peace I'm but a shade..." [The Witch-hunt] The sun lit the White
: Fear of dying Unknown ending Bloody - coagulating Out through yur hollow bones Emptied of your weakened soul Pus ejected out the pores Hatched chopped
heads call it home sweet home I rep that, hat to the back, chrome blaze Low fade, blazin' the haze in the hallways Young black nigga, bout to come back