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Guess I got a real bad habit of killing 'em all for the taste
It's a life so savage, where all of your prayers go to waste
Take me by the hand, take me by the hand, let me lead you, honey
To the pearly gates, oh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Montana

Life turned to flashes, feel like you don't ask
Doors turn to caskets, right back to them ashes
Workin' to be masters, workin' for the masters
I see you clear like Malcolm with them glasses
Had me and I see you laughin'
They ain't come to see me, but they'll show up with the captions
Everybody wanna be captains
It's how you bump heads and the Harlem, that's the Ochocinco habit
I'm not your average, light them matches
Bump of Catholics in Christian shoes is actin' in interludes
The young pioneers, can't touch it
Seven Lears, to the buses to them flyin' Lears (Montana)

Guess I got a real bad habit of killing 'em all for the taste
It's a life so savage, where all of your prayers go to waste
Take me by the hand, take me by the hand, let me lead you, honey
Ai cancelli perlati, oh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh

Ah, è una vera e propria cattiva abitudine
Ucciderli tutti per il gusto (Ucciderli per il gusto)
La morte è una vera selvaggia
Quando tutta la tua grinta va sprecata
La mamma ha bisogno di una villa, le domande hanno bisogno di risposte
Broke, he was ugly to the money, made him handsome (Al verde, era brutto per i soldi)
Le orecchie mi mancavano almeno fino all'estensione massima
Lavorare per il diavolo sulla strada della redenzione
Chi ce l'ha ce l'ha, si arrampica su per la scala
Un'onda di tsunami, se le lacrime si asciugheranno
Ha preso un RICO, poi è cambiato

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