It was the Hotel Ritz down in Madrid Spain she fell in love with the Prince of Pain. Head over heels she was lost again and all her daddy's money couldn't save her.
Since my baby left me. I found a new place to dwell. Down on the edge of lonely street. Heartbreak hotel. . I'm so lonely, baby. Just so lonely, baby.
How long?. Always been here. It almost seems like yesterday. How to picture. It's the little things that slip away. Build away the blisters. But they'll find a way to take a little bit.
How long, how long. Before I'll need to know. . How long, how long. Before I'll need to go. . When morning came. I knew that I was sure, sure. Stepped out of my mind.
Here's the itch that creeps through my skull. I don't want to be rich or famous no more. I'll take what I need and I'll sell what I stole. I could live out my life....
HEY. VERSUCH'S NOCHMAL MIT MIR. HEY. WAS HAST DU ZU VERLIER'N. SELBST. WENN ES NOCHMAL ZERBRICHT. OB'S GUT GEHT ODER NICHT. WIR SOLLTEN ES PROBIER'N. .
Hello again. Du ich mchte dich heut' noch sehen. Ich will dir gegenberstehen. Viel zu lang war die Zeit. . Ich sag' nur hello again. . Ein Jahr lang war ich ohne dich.
I'll save this for late night. A cup of coffee and a long walk through the park. Down from this rooftop. I see the pond and the great lawn through the dark.
I'm a wood peckin' peckerwood take me out you never could. Act up in my neighbourhood you better not my aim is good. The house of pain is not a gang just a funky Irish name.
He who breaks the law goes back to the house of pain (2x). . I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit. And then I build shit, get off my dills nit. Cause I don't play that, my style goes way back.
I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit. And then I build shit, get off my dills nit. 'Cause I don't play that, my style goes way back. I kick my shit one time, dude, fuck the playback.
I rock the ill shit, you know I kill shit. And then I build shit, get off my dills nit. 'Cause I don't play that, my style goes way back. I kick my shit one time, dude, fuck the playback.
If I was to sit down and actually write out a list. Of the MCs that missed it would be the constitution. They play their caps backwards still saying wack words.
House of Krazees. No One Can Do It Better. House of Krazees. No One Can Do It Better. House of Krazees. No One Can Do It Better. House of Krazees. No One Can Do It Better.
Killa real muthafuka, ask, who's next. Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat nine bullets in yo fuking chest. Im a night Stalker. Told ya about my black magic. Im a Psychopathic.
(Next mother fucker going to get my metal) i cant wait to tell you-to kill you- I feel you- you mother fucker its my horror story- why dont you watch me- let me die- why do they cry- why do my mentals- my fucking brain- instant pain- the rock and rolls- got me on a knife train- you wanna fuck- do ya bro- you'll be the story- end the morning papers son- deep in the river- as i delvier- my sick rhymes to my fury- just another horror story..
Get down. Nod ya head to my house bitch. The grove is so fo real. You gotta jump out dis shit. Thow your hands in the air. 'cause im getting jealous of the muthafukas.
Home sweet home, the place where the lunatics roam. 'Bout to peel a cop wit my chrome. . Drop the dues and now you know me, but who knows me. Sown up they fucking eyes so they can't see.