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Third Stone From The Sun

アーティスト:House Of Pain 

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Here come the pecker Wood mic wrecker Sweet like nectar MC selector Come again, keep the style I'm bustin' You think I'm droppin' acid ???only super cold does it??? Feel the rushin' through your blood and cerebellum And any man that defies, eyes will be swellin' So whatcha smellin', kid, I'll bust your melon Then I spit out the seed, you got dirty deeds You're done, dirt cheap, I'm on the greek don't sleep Melee cause the circus, but bullets run deep And talk is cheap, kid, it's time to make moves It's time to make capital gains with my brains The song remains, the same as it ever was And you can say my crew's fallin' but it never does I'm white chocolate, clockwork apocalypse Inter-dimensional like Prince be sensual My interplanetary sub-galactic tactic Got ya wearin' vests like prophylactics My verbal waters rock your sons and daughters And I'll tell more lies than priests and rabbis And all the allies put together in a cipher My skin's my cell, no parole on my life CHORUS: Doin' time on the third stone from the sun Lucy got me on the run, kid, hold my gun I'm dealin' with the pressures,


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