Lyrics:
They caught the boy who pulled the alarm today
Coach grabbed him by his shirt
Threw him on the stairs
Kim says he lives with his uncle in Bradley
inside open your eyes
I'm you
sad but true
(Originally by Metallica)
nor was i about the ripped jean jacket with the megadeath,
metallica, and slayer patch
i had an internal itch for the (beatboxing) and never
could i
nor was i about the ripped jean jacket with the megadeath,
metallica, and slayer patch
i had an internal itch for the (beatboxing) and never
could i
the trigger on my loaded gun
Till you see we'll be having some fun
So meet me by the backstage door
Light this gun, and lets go for the
Electric Harley house
the ropes now they just wanna wrestle you
Jr. make the beat, ok reloaded, then I execute
Pull up to the party by myself but I still left with you
Let em in
Metallica
Now I'm shooting like Galaga
Cuz I did it like the devil from the other world
And now I'm tryna make myself known here in the music world
These bars
you call a nightmare
More broken dreams per capita
Locked in, rear naked choke
This ain't S + M, Metallica
Trio full of Hanson's, the foils in
Does it even make sense
What's the point to keep on going everybody's dazed and
Mesmerized by a false pretense with the truth of never knowing just
on the track tabhi paas mere peace
Y'all are Katputlis you be following my leads
I'm the Master of you puppets ya'all are stringed by my leash
Meine metal likha
Siapa berani fight
Aku queen dalam catur
Geng dengan James Bond
Tunggang tron
Aku berpantun
Melantun ayat beracun
Blow by Typhoon
Kau jakun
Yo rilex
my neck slits
Support the police? I'd rather fuck my ex bitch
I'm like lars from Metallica with the drum
Keeping a blade: samehada it eat you up
When
in fucking Harvard with this new shit
My grandma let her life pass her by and eighty years later she still feels regret
And I'm paraphrasing but she
dem foul moves
Gotta guard my wins
Keepin it private
Lames be tellin these stories Iont be talkin to dem
I can do bad all by myself
Gotta live wit my
Just leave me to my weeds and the things that I have earned
2 wheels and 1 cylinder creeping by I’m not even trying to panic ya
Protect your neck when
got a dime to waste
Grab her by her tiny waist
As she ride my face
I'm a Grimey ape in a shiny cape with alot of cake
Pickup truck how she back it up
swear I get the dumbest questions asked by my ex
Stupid ass
Stupid ass b*******
Metallica
Metals on me detector done ran me up
Ran it up like Randy moss
through them easily I'm no Dark Knight
Side by side with my trainer doing what's right
Enter Sandman alone without Metallica
I don't need help, send out
You think I give a fuck?
Oh nigga, you best not be thinkin' that now. You gonna get yo ass dragged down the street by yo mothafuckin' Ear, nigga.
and one part innocence
Growing up
You can't get enough
Young love
Playing saxophone
All dressed in black
His boombox blaring some Metallica track
This is a song called 'Nothing Else Matters'
By Metallica
So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we
To every competitor, and to any challenger
Have, gold bullets rocking
Inside your temple, metallica
What happens when murder and
Mix 'em with Galaga
What a gifted kid
Metallica is the only band on the planet
To play on all seven continents
That's including Antarctica
So rawr rawr like a dungeon dragon
Forever trusting who we are
No, nothing else matters
Written by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich (Metallica)
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