paroles de chanson Fun N' Games - Prozak
                                                Hold 
                                                up, 
                                                bitch, 
                                                I'm 
                                                holding 
                                                    a 
                                                four 
                                                fifty
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'll 
                                                sure 
                                                get 
                                                your 
                                                whole 
                                                body 
                                                throat 
                                                sliv
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                    a 
                                                switch 
                                                blade 
                                                you'll 
                                                get 
                                                your 
                                                whole 
                                                throat 
                                                slit
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                better 
                                                watch 
                                                your 
                                                mouth 
                                                because 
                                                you 
                                                know 
                                                who 
                                                    I 
                                                roll 
                                                with
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                not 
                                                talking 
                                                about 
                                                this 
                                                rap 
                                                shit, 
                                                I'm 
                                                talking 
                                                about 
                                                this 
                                                gat 
                                                shit
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                your 
                                                soul, 
                                                I'ma 
                                                snatch 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fuck 
                                                around 
                                                and 
                                                end 
                                                up 
                                                inside 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                casket
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                brace 
                                                them 
                                                like 
                                                Jason 
                                                Voorhees 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                hatchet
 
                                    
                                
                                                Some 
                                                people 
                                                think 
                                                    I 
                                                need 
                                                some 
                                                help, 
                                                but 
                                                I'm 
                                                way 
                                                past 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Locked 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                padded 
                                                cell, 
                                                screaming 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                straight 
                                                jacket
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                haunted 
                                                by 
                                                several 
                                                spirits 
                                                of 
                                                dead 
                                                poets
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                think 
                                                I'm 
                                                Edgar 
                                                Allen 
                                                Poe, 
                                                but 
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                know 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                don't 
                                                quote 
                                                it, 
                                                I'm 
                                                not 
                                                sure 
                                                who 
                                                even 
                                                wrote 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                At 
                                                three 
                                                A.M. 
                                                my 
                                                hands 
                                                become 
                                                possessed, 
                                                    I 
                                                can't 
                                                control 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                writes 
                                                murder 
                                                confessions 
                                                from 
                                                past 
                                                times
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                subliminal 
                                                messages 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                hide 
                                                inside 
                                                my 
                                                rhymes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hey 
                                                man, 
                                                why 
                                                you 
                                                talking 
                                                so 
                                                tough
 
                                    
                                
                                                No, 
                                                for 
                                                real, 
                                                you 
                                                be 
                                                playing 
                                                too 
                                                much
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it's 
                                                all 
                                                fun 
                                                and 
                                                games 
                                                until 
                                                somebody 
                                                goes 
                                                nuts
 
                                    
                                
                                                Until 
                                                somebody 
                                                gets 
                                                stuck 
                                                with 
                                                my 
                                                blade 
                                                in 
                                                they 
                                                guts
 
                                    
                                
                                                Did 
                                                    I 
                                                fail 
                                                to 
                                                mention, 
                                                I'm 
                                                manic 
                                                depressive, 
                                                obsessive 
                                                compulsive
 
                                    
                                
                                                Psychotic 
                                                man 
                                                that 
                                                craves 
                                                attention 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                Smith 
                                                and 
                                                Wesson
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hit 
                                                your 
                                                chest 
                                                and 
                                                I'm 
                                                hoping 
                                                you 
                                                learned 
                                                your 
                                                lesson
 
                                    
                                
                                                Grab 
                                                your 
                                                vest 
                                                and 
                                                better 
                                                count 
                                                your 
                                                blessings
 
                                    
                                
                                                Because 
                                                we're 
                                                mid 
                                                western, 
                                                bitch 
                                                you're 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                western
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                call 
                                                me 
                                                John 
                                                Wayne, 
                                                shoot 
                                                them 
                                                up 
                                                like 
                                                Jesse 
                                                James
 
                                    
                                
                                                Insane 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                brain, 
                                                like 
                                                my 
                                                homies 
                                                Cypress 
                                                Hill
 
                                    
                                
                                                Drugged 
                                                out, 
                                                thugged 
                                                out, 
                                                pop 
                                                some 
                                                pills, 
                                                cock 
                                                the 
                                                still
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shit, 
                                                you 
                                                want 
                                                to 
                                                ask 
                                                me 
                                                if 
                                                this 
                                                glock 
                                                is 
                                                real
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                just 
                                                one 
                                                pull 
                                                of 
                                                this 
                                                trigger 
                                                you're 
                                                in 
                                                hell 
                                                and 
                                                now 
                                                you're 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                here
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                whole 
                                                existence 
                                                just 
                                                disappeared
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                Nostradamus 
                                                    I 
                                                promise 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                is 
                                                near
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                thought 
                                                it 
                                                sounded 
                                                just 
                                                like 
                                                comets 
                                                through 
                                                out 
                                                the 
                                                hemisphere
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                makes 
                                                you 
                                                vomit 
                                                like 
                                                gin 
                                                and 
                                                tonic 
                                                or 
                                                everclear
 
                                    
                                
                                                Some 
                                                people 
                                                think 
                                                I'm 
                                                psychotic 
                                                for 
                                                talking 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                mirror
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    I 
                                                blame 
                                                it 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                narcotics 
                                                that 
                                                put 
                                                me 
                                                here
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hey 
                                                man, 
                                                why 
                                                you 
                                                talking 
                                                so 
                                                tough
 
                                    
                                
                                                No, 
                                                for 
                                                real, 
                                                you 
                                                be 
                                                playing 
                                                too 
                                                much
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it's 
                                                all 
                                                fun 
                                                and 
                                                games 
                                                until 
                                                somebody 
                                                goes 
                                                nuts
 
                                    
                                
                                                Until 
                                                somebody 
                                                gets 
                                                stuck 
                                                with 
                                                my 
                                                blade 
                                                in 
                                                they 
                                                guts
 
                                    
                                
                            1 The Hitchcock Of HipHop
2 Fun N' Games
3 Keep Grindin'
4 Keep Grindin' (feat. Krizz Kaliko)
5 Scapegoat
6 Go To Hell
7 Crossing Over
8 It Was You (Intro)
9 It Was You
10 It Was You
11 Why???
12 Why???
13 Run Away
14 Run Away
15 Corporate Genocide
16 Bombs Away
17 Holy War
18 It's Too Late Now
19 Insane
20 Insane
21 Bodies Fall
22 Psycho, Psycho, Psycho! (feat. Bizarre & King Gordy)
23 Psycho, Psycho, Psycho!
24 Drugs
25 Living In The Fog
26 Fading.....
27 Good Enough
28 Under The Rain
29 Under the Rain (feat. Krizz Kaliko)
Attention! N'hésitez pas à laisser des commentaires.