Lyrics:
at night
Oh Don't do it...
cm I insane? I hear an infant's crying in the halls!
cm I to blame? I hear the clocks around in the walls!
House looks so quiet
image
Are the tanks
And the bombs
Made in His image
Are the slaughter
And the rape
Made in His image
Are the Tabun
And the Sarin
Filling the infant's
of quicksand
Would it kill you to lend me a hand?
Crying, crawling like an infant
While you're staring at the TV
Why would you let me fall?
How far would you
freedom laxative our yatty too
Yatty for young yatty for old yatty for infant
Yatty for new yatty for weak yatty for strong
Yatty for shy yatty for bold
all your stuff starts stuttering
& puttering toward crash & burn
& an inner infant's all you've earned
& lying limp and slumberless it cries
Baby, maybe
dels tigres us atraparà
I "rapapapam"
Rap per parar a pensar
Els infants són el futur
El feixisme és del passat
I si parlem de fer rap pur
Fem-ho
Who rides there so late
Through the night dark and drear?
The father it is, with his infant so dear
He holdeth the boy tightly
Clasp'd in his arm
He
pure to the infant seeds of life
In time the world will set things right
cs the years go by on these woodland nights
Search for an answer search all you
calls, kingdom falls
Hark the herald, fallen sing
Silent night, holy night
All is calm, none is right
Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child
Holy infant so
now the humans gotta pay
Make a hundred K every single day
Screw it, now his family gon' be gone in an instant
Turn that boy into an infant
Call me
MARISTES Germans maristes Tocant les cuixes dels sagals Maristes és vostre el dret de cuixa valents davant de l'infant Som els descendents De una
here to come gallivant
And you walking like a big elephant
Deep down know you're such an infant
Pull up
Busy grinding
I'm not here to joke and neither
The infants cared for and the age be protected
Or whenever it's rain it's gonna pour
And if justice is the name of the game
We are confident things won't remain
les joguines, les cançons,
viuen en mi.
Viuen en mi.
Ara sóc un xic més gran
i és l’hora de sortir
d’aquest món, del paradís,
de quan ets infant.
Sols
I'll eat your infants' eyes
See I'll do with my body what I please
Don't you try romanticizing
Forcing pregnancy on Suzy
She was just a child
And you
A stroke of genius deserves attention
But not the one you use to think about
Having fun with my infant’s pokes
I will never ever really focus
Why do you
Silent night
Holy night
All is calm
All is bright
Round young virgin mother and child
Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in Heavenly peace
Sleep in
Infant holy, infant lowly
For His bed a cattle stall
Oxen lowing, little knowing
Christ the babe is Lord of all
Swift are winging angels singing
If I don't lose my money
I won't gamble no more
You see I'm just a kid
Who needs a thrill
Every now and then
cnd I am as stupid
cs an infant
Who
Silent night, holy night.
All is calm, all is bright.
'Round yon virgin mother and child.
Holy infant so tender and mild.
Sleep in heavenly peace,
licks on his cuz'
Yeah, said she wanna dick pic
Told the bitch, "Ride it like a Ripstik"
Told the bitch, "Eat my kids, eat my infants"
Yeah, now she
voler
Fent encaixar
Les peces de l'amor en el cervell.
Digues que no saps el que vols
Fem-nos l'amor com dos infants
Sense saber...
Vivint de nou
I que
to act hard infant of the hoes but he ain't even fight back
I been pouring up lean yeah, bitch I'm fucking faded
I been pouring up lean yeah, bitch I'm
softly mourns her boy
The warm blowing of the chergui afar
Might wake the infant's laughters
And his eyes in the frame tenderly now
Watch over her sleep
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