feel 13 broken scabbed and torn 13 victims not yet born Dying slowly, closer, closer 13 pieces of my mind 13 13 13 13 rot over ten years decayed 13
Preklad: Six Feet Under. 13.
: The sweet smell of the slow decayed another victim of the fucking grave the cold dirt is your last place to rest down in a hole stiff with rigormortis
: Somewhere in the darkness, another dies somewhere in the darkness, a child cries somewhere in the darkness, you scream in vain somewhere in the
: The shadow of the reaper, the shadow of the dead entombs the lifeless the darkest black is cast the shadow of the reaper, will you take its hand
: Thirteen pieces of your fate thirteen dead that will awake dying slowly, closer, closer thirteen pieces of my mind thirteen pieces of my mind
oh my god not another dead body the cadaver is cut up and cut up again gutted and split up in two to ferment in the grave thrown six feet down one
: The hopeless, the terrified you're petrified, it's time to die i vomit in the face of the faithful the mislead, the ignorant the ones who are truly
: I'm going straight to hell to burn in flames with the devil fuck the church and that chrisian shit my tombstone's carved with a six six six i don
: Deadly to you you'll just fade away nothing left in your head this is the touch of death deadly to you you'll just fade away nothing left in
: The knife will cut into your flesh soon to be ripped through your screams fall on deaf ears, the pain surmounting it now engulfs you, the terror
: Chop, chop, chop off comes the head i'm on a killing spree, machete in hand run for your life, run for your life headhunter of the cannibal tribe
: I take chances thinking of death i really just wish for it if it came today i'd kneel down and ask would you take my soul away? take it away,
' at my fake Gucci, it's about that time It's time for some perculator I circulate around the block Black to get me a six pack a half of Harrow's chicken
my fake Gucci, it's about that time It's time for some perculator I circulate around the block Black to get me a six pack a half of Harrold's chicken
Merry Christmas, ho ho ho I'll be six feet under the snow Jingle bells along the way I'm a dead motherfucker and I'm counting my days I've been too naughty
roof like the flid Rod Hull We want people to sing all our songs And the nuns at St. Joseph's rappin' on smokin' bongs We wanna be remembered when we're six feet under
drought, you assed out When you hear my name, nigga, you hear my street, nigga When you hear my street, nigga, you think six feet deep You think six feet
