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Fan Fatal (Alaska) · Fatal Autopsy (Postage Era) · Fatal Illusion (Megadeth) · Abigail/Fatal Portrait (King Diamond) · Fatal Frames (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fatal (Fatal) · Fatal Accident Zone (Sudden Death) · Flerte Fatal (Rita Lee) · Fatal Design (Entwine) · Fatal [Explicit] (Outlawz) – and 90 other albums »


(J. C. Calderon/Honorio Herrero)
Pongo el televisor
No funciona el color
Mi radio suena mal
Si pongo un disco igual
Qué desastre fatal
Te llamo why
Chorus x 2
[fatal]
When it's on then it's on
It can't be erased
Tear da club up thugs and fatal
On a paper chase

When it's on then it's on
It can't
[Rick Ross (J. Holiday)]
You Might need a passport for this one
Its international
J.Holiday!
(And we got a special guess)
Guess who, boss!
(You
a witness
I only fuck with savages, soldiers, and hogs
From c.a. to n.j. mac mall be outlaws

[verse 4 - fatal]
Vocally undestructible
Your crew ain't got
on the dance floor 
Wrestling in jello" 
And the joint was jammin' 
From the pumpin' by the D.J. 
They were rappin' and clappin' 
When up steps Little Sheba
contre lui que je couche mes plus belles insomnies.

A voir tant de gens qui dorment et s'endorment à la nuit,
J'aurais fini, c'est fatal, par pouvoir
Ticket, bought a ticket
Flew in from J.A. and we go ribbit
All year holiday, home in the sun
Had to find work so I came to England

Ticket,
contre lui que je couche mes plus belles insomnies.

A voir tant de gens qui dorment et s'endorment à la nuit,
J'aurais fini, c'est fatal, par pouvoir
contre lui que je couche mes plus belles insomnies.

A voir tant de gens qui dorment et s'endorment à la nuit,
J'aurais fini, c'est fatal, par pouvoir
Smoke a square and then prepare yourself
Monoxide, monox-boogie, mo diddy mo somthin. Smoke somthin
smoke a square bitch. Me and Violent J
I'm
with you, forever"

Yo, yo, yo
I be the fatal flyin', I'm like NATO flyin'
Over your country and droppin' down forty tons of iron
Filled with
the hood
So meet me by the menorah lets get drunk [x2]

J J J Just a little story about last Christmas
About some bad kids who were full of wishes
We gave
this straight and fix your face.
I ain't gotta sell millions. I'm in the buildins
With poppy comin through with them bricks by eight.
Listen cocksucker
that you a devil by them rhymes you're designin' 
Your play doggin' tactics can't fuck with my facets 
Just because you talk all that glock shit don't
Lincoln continental
 
I'm the mouth that roared swore to the lord
The eye of hawk both live and die by the sword
The forbidden the six man be sinnin'
down broadway beneath the j line
Slumped in the incline position
Mind travelin' beyond the shell

Which holds the soul controlled by the Allah
I be
not violate the camp, get shot down by chance
I'm real advanced with that cock and blast
Cause the feds wont look back, for cleaning cash
What cashes
like a thug holiday
"Suffocate" a nigga about mines, J. Holiday
Quick to make a movie 'bout my Doc Holiday
It's why I'm strapped 365, even holidays
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
Looking like a nice guy, ‘til I take your motherfucking wi-fi
And torrent every single song in my library
Then I drive by very fucking high by everybody
face
I ain't got to sell millions, I'm in the buildings
Where papi comin' through with them bricks by 8
Listen cocksucker and clown, I'll be leavin'
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
of a nigga don't give a fuck about ya'
Won't even talk about ya', ho
You ain't know? I'm just a hustler, in spite of myself
Ridin' all by myself, without no