must be dreaming, heh) It's that fifty-two fatal strikes (Well, if he is dreaming) Duel of the iron mic's (Then he must be asleep) It's that fifty-two fatal
Die slowly, you're dying from this contagious disease Once you're infected there's no hope of a cure Your passing is a sure thing Your thoughts are empty
take what comes free your like a stinky old cheese babe just gettin riper with age your like a fatal disease babe but theres no cure so let this fever
at last you'd find, You could love me again. And I have turned my whole world upside down, trying not to let you go... Watching you walk away is like a fatal
tongue And dangers at the tip of her fingers Streets are on fire tonight Disease the virus is spreadin' in all directions No safe zone, no cure and
wrong at Chernobyl And they've found another cure for AIDS Send their guns to Nicaragua And shake their fingers at Afghanistan Don't panic - it's just our world Fatal
Terrorist Confrontation Waiting For The End Wartime Conspiracy I See The World -- Old I See The World -- Dead Victims Of War, Seeking Some Salvation Last Wish, Fatality
heavens The darkness is thickening, breathing gets harder The balance is off, some take more than give back, the attitude, ignorance, proved to be fatal
sending i try to forget the past it's done, the battle's over but the war has yet begun the war has yet begun you're the disease and im the cure so put
try to malign mine Let's digress now Kings, put your cans up Paint the city scope with the prettiest type of cancer Watch 'em laser surg every tumor like a fatal
tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers Streets Are On Fire To- Night [Verse 1: Lupe] Disease the virus is spreading in all directions No safe zone no cure
what comes free You're like a stinky old cheese, babe Just gettin' riper with age You're like a fatal disease, babe But there's no cure So let this
d'vrais porter une fourrure. Pour l'etat c'est comme une biture, pour les tox' c'est pire qu'une cure, putain d'piqures. Bourrage lyrical, fatal effet
Thoughts are moving slow In constant fatal flow In this labyrinth I'm in On a sheet of ice too thin No words for what I feel I cannot describe Why can
listen but intuition can't hear inhibitions so I pursue dead ends, depression that can't be cured by medicine, definition of attraction should include fatal
course She?s sleeping... Now I inhale my last breath Cause the only cure for life is death Oh... avalanche ? you?re condemned in advance Oh... avalanche - caught in a fatal