(Dyablo). Como recuerdo yo aquel dia que te conoci. Desde el principio supe yo que tu eras para mi. No se si fue muy duro que me hiciste tu a mi. Oh fue el placer tan grato que me hiciste tu sentir.
[Lyrics: Pat Johnson]. [Music: Pat Johnson & Andy Prietto]. . Steelwool rubdown. Scoured down revealing. You're the source peeled off civility a reliance:.
I feel I have been left alone. Surrounded by nothing but gloom. I'm dancing on the stage of chaos. Wearing the velvet gown of doom.. . [chorus]. But wait and don't haste.
No Me Puedes Jusgar Por Mi Apariencia. Nadien Tiene El Derecho No Asumes Cosas Ke No Son. O Ke No Existen Especialmente Si No Sabes No Me Puedes Jusga..
[Music: Pat Johnson & Andy Prietto]. [Lyrics: Pat Johnson]. . Another notch upon the drainpipe repressed but not extinct. A forced pry with nothing left but blame i i will not.
In Gats We Trust. Ain't No G's Like Us. We Ghetto Faboulous. You Can't Handle Lust [x2]. . [Dyablo]. Mujeres bailan Y Gritan Cuando Escuchan Este Ritmo.
She's dead. Remember what I said. No good at getting fed. Well I don't love her anymore. 'Cause she's such a fucking bore. She's dead!. Let's do a center spread.
A Face in the mirror. Smiling at me. whispers the words. Through the glint. . Conscience fading. I make war on you. And fan the flames. What else could I do.
[Music: Pat Johnson & Andy Prietto]. . Stature. Inside. Erodes. Another fucking scarring. Untold. Punished. Grovel. Untold. Listless prime. Flooding. Baseline regrets.
I'm down, he is watching me from above. My dream is burning, i dream forever. Keep my life, give me air. I try to think better and better. . Solitude has disappeared.
el profeta, orgullo guerillero.......... azteca original....... . Mi Estilo, de vida, de primera fila, de primera clase. carros lujosos, mujeres, diamantes, desenlase.
Yo tengo hambre. Por las setas. Yo necesito practicar las vocales:I,I,I,E,E,E,A,A,A y U. Carne es la,. Es la cancion. Yo necesito practicar las vocales:I,I,I,E,E,E,A,A,A y U.
There's bite marks on my dick. You bite too hard, you fucking bitch. ?.......cumshot(?). Shoot you up and fuck your butt. Give me AIDS- fuck me. I just wanna get laid.
I've lived buried all my life. Waiting for a sign. To get to know you better. To see if you're divine.. . Each and every promise. Is a hypocritical lie.
Dyablo. Mexico Querido ft. Locura Terminal. . Los mexicanos son parranderos. Los mexicanos son parranderos. En el estado de Jalisco. En el estado de Sinaloa.
[Music: Pat Johnson & Rv]. [Lyrics: Pat Johnson & Aaron Snow]. . This is my times' genocide. Ignorant minds. We stand proudly. Crawling in. Unions. Of mass hatred.
Son 26 " de acero inoxidable ke giran. cuando paro en una esquina es implacable. de cromo reflejante metal en la pintura. la laka transaparente en las mujeres mi locura.
Cold silence of never-ending space. Green distance of mountains. Steps into the unknown. Dark depth oceans. Old sanctuary of mother earth. I'm looking for the land of miracles.
Welcome Scumbags to the N. J.. Now entertain us with substance. Four star seating. Minds are moving to violations. Tum tum floating, capped down with the bucket.
jajaja. Aqui estoy, para cavar con esos perros. que pesabas, al abrir la boca,. pues qui estoy,y esto es otra vez.. . Todo comienza con aguja tinta y un tatuaje.