[Music: Sergey Dmitriev. Lyrics: Sergey Dmitriev] I've got the world from which I'll run The dream that burdened me is gone Tonight I gonna have to break
Μετάφραση: Ψυχική Home. Βιτρώ.
man tells no lies Now of course the eyes are the true windows to the soul As well as the window to the world's soul Whether plain glass or stained glass
who hasn't been charged yet Would you order a flock of pelicans to jam their propellers On top see forfeit the death system failure Take these devils off, I witness Tom broke off Mentally
Big Daddy thing) Let it rain let it rain to be put it pain With nothin' to gain under the wrath of Kane 'Cause you can't maintain, I drained every brain To leave a stain
model, I walk a hard role to follow I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole Mentally
for Christmas And tell her Shorty Shit Stain sent it Soon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant 'cause niggaz rap styles just down is aspired You shoulda stayed HOME
to throw down Images of war weapons, the psycho presence Blood wettens, stains the curb where you?re steppin' Deadly ground?s the home of all showdowns
that) You need to recognize 21 years of pure bullshit It makes me wanna bang my head on the walls And do some shit like all straight swarms in the malls Mentality
the ghettos Unlike all you phony imposters claimin to be at another level Like the Devil in my mental, feel your passion for disasters Fuckin up them happy homes
'all necks in half flex Know the mathematic formulas of fury Hey lets go the path of the terror dome zone dweller never goin' gold Nigga better phone home
moms for Christmas And tell her Shorty Shit Stain sent it Soon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant 'Cuz niggaz rap styles just down is aspired You shoulda stayed home
see me dance Other rappers changin like they just shittin they pants Still puttin work in, I'm destined for trial Wasted money on a grill nigga I don't smile Southeast home
moms for Christmas And tell her, Shorty Shit Stain sent it Soon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant 'Cuz niggaz rap styles just down is aspired You shoulda stayed home
The night that the killas came home WOW Nigga im homebound check it The night that the killas came home WOW Season of the pumpkin got your mentals
They on our trail I can feel'em don't let'em close, Or I'll kill'em... Naw, naw, chill let me kill'em, Cause blood stains leave trails I'd rather take
again ring around the black rose touch it it weeps tears keep my mentals roamin' through zones you couldn't reach, i'm home!!! chorus: the night that the killers kame home
I'll have you fags killed In front of your mom and your dads grill Splattering both of them With pieces of your exploding head Brain fragments staining
