Three anums deep in trainfare, alond the path to badness. Funk forged with blues to serve their, Charges of peace not warfare. Into The Mouth he goes.
You've got to know Into The mouth of badd(d)ness he goes Those who enter lost Control The mouth of badd(d)ness won't take this soul
Balldeep in damnation, Stench born from segregation It feeds on disillusion, must stop its mind pollutants Into the mouth he goes.
You've got to know Into The mouth of badd(d)ness he goes Those who enter lost Control The mouth of badd(d)ness won't take this soul
The Blues Warrior transverses and finds what he was told, A body slain with suit intact with hints red green and gold. A one headed beast approaches nor eared but all fight. The Blues Warrior adorns the steel that which makes him The Brown Knight.
You've got to know Into The mouth of badd(d)ness he goes Those who enter lost Control The mouth of badd(d)ness won't take this soul
The mouth of badd(d)ness couldn't break his ballsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
