Lyrics:
I don't mean this in a disrespectful way
But Columbine happens in the ghetto every day
When the shit goes down why'all ain't got nothing to say
Columbine, can someone tell me what's up with this?
Santee High, Granite Hills not far behind
And your kiss was sweet as wine
But the joys of love are fleeting
For Pierrot and Columbine
And your kiss was sweet as wine.
But the joys of love are fleeting
For Pierrot and Columbine.
And your kiss was sweet as wine.
But the joys of love are fleeting
For Pierrot and Columbine.
I am the mastermind
It's just a problem of mine
It's like columbine
Columbine!
Holy Mother of Columbine,
Say a prayer for me
And the USA.
And your kiss was sweet as wine
But the joys of love are fleeting
For Pierrot and Columbine
Columbine, Columbine
Please alert this love of mine
Let him know his Margaret comes along
For you the Columbine is blue
The paint brush flames upon the hills
For Allison and Denver John
Cranky is friend of mine
She puts away a glass of wine
Faster than the columbine
Falls off
In frost
Et c’est reparti : le Show gun11
Télé_viser le public cible
Toucher le plus de gens possible
Columbine Virginia Tech Poly Technique Dawson
They won’t forgive you my son
For what you’ve done
So niggas better get up outta mine
Before I creep and turn ya projects into Columbine
And I'm rap's MVP
Don't make me remind y'all what happened in D.C.
I'm a slayer album personified, Holocaust, Columbine
Middle Passage, Israel versus Palestine
It's the cult leader drink your cool-Aid
I take seven kids from columbine and stand 'em all in line
Add an AK-47, a revolver, a nine
Fürchten ein Attentat, sind mit dem Feind allein'
Sie kennen die Rütli-Schule, kennen Columbine
Doch mich noch nicht! Ich box den Dorfpolizist
Preach true
This is it
We're through with you
Columbine
So niggas better get up outta mine
Before I creep and turn ya projects into Columbine
And I'm rap's MVP
Don't make me remind y'all what happened in D.C.
So niggas better get up outta mine
Before I creep and turn ya projects into Columbine
And I'm rap's MVP
Don't make me remind y'all what happened in D.C.
In the canteen down at Columbine with the bags they never found
I'm from the west coast, best coast
Pump in the trench coat
Nothing like columbine everybody gets smoked
Heard that I got smoked naw alls I gots smokes
Off of theeeee - rip I'mmmmm - snappin like a columbine
Never will I hesitate
Georgia on my liscence plate
Thankin' bout you underweights
Trajectories from the past are taking their toll and
What we do now is future molding
Columbine bowling, childhood stolen
We need a bit more gun controlling
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