Min son skall skriva massa fina låtar om mig, typ som Eminem gör

do your song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom, but how dare
you try to take what you didn't help me to get, you selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in
hell for this shit, remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me, well guess
what, I am dead, dead to you as can be...

isola:

Min son skall skriva massa fina låtar om mig, typ som Eminem gör

Vad händer annars???

dazed_and_confused:

what, I am dead, dead to you as can be...

"Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice
and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
but what he saw made him start the cringine studder
cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate
his corruption had succesfully changed his fate"

dazed_and_confused:

do your song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom, but how dare
you try to take what you didn't help me to get, you selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in
hell for this shit, remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me, well guess
what, I am dead, dead to you as can be...

kändes ej så bra som jag trodde att det skulle göra

isola:

kändes ej så bra som jag trodde att det skulle göra

Det beror nog lite på röstläget å så också.

dazed_and_confused:

Det beror nog lite på röstläget å så också.

Ja.. det var nog det som failade.

When I was young me and my mama had beef
Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face
Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place
Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool
With the big boys, breakin all the rules
I shead tears with my baby sister
Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama
When things went wrong we'd blame mama
I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell
Huggin on my mama from a jail cell
And who'd think in elementary?
Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day
And runnin from the police, that's right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside
And even as a crack fiend, mama
You always was a black queen, mama
I finally understand
For a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man
You always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it
There's no way I can pay you back
But the plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

Lady...
Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
Dear mama
Place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated
Don't cha know we love ya?

isola:

Ja.. det var nog det som failade.

Love you mamie!

dazed_and_confused:

Love you mamie!

and he remembered how his mom used to come home late
working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
but only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there
and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it
after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it

förväntar mig att vi skapar en ny trend, umare som sjunger om varandra.

så ni vet!!
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(pyramid, ner och upp)

Underlig:

förväntar mig att vi skapar en ny trend, umare som sjunger om varandra.

Har gjort en låt om moderkakan. kanske spelar in den sen

Wanking BC:

Har gjort en låt om moderkakan. kanske spelar in den sen

åh, länka då!!!!!
!!!
!!
!

Underlig:

åh, länka då!!!!!