Alba s touto skladbou:
Love is dead,
Slave To The Grind,
Zoned out afternoon
LetçŁ catch "whoçŁ on top of whom"
Tell it like it is
ç˘ause it isnçŁ anyway
Much to my surprise
I caught it right between the thighs
My sweet little sister
Was layin?me away
My jaw dropped dead to the table
She put my cool in shock
Crack kills and blood spills baby
But psychos, dykes and transvestites
Are on the choppin?block
Oh no - I saw my baby
on the creepshow
Out on - spillin?my guts on the news
Oh no - I caught my woman
on the creepshow
Hit me with a shovel 碿ause I cançŁ
belive that I dug you
She filled my boots with lead
Was it something that I said
A picture paints a thousand ugly words
BabyçŁ acting tough
Check out my fisticuffs
ThatçŁ just what she deserves
I cançŁ flip from the station
CançŁ unplug whatçŁ done
Her six-foot-deep temptation
She nicked my shin, and then
kicked me in,
And then she buried me for fun
Oh no - I saw my baby
on the creepshow
Out on - spillin?my guts on the news
Oh no - I caught my woman
on the creepshow
Hit me with a shovel 碿ause I cançŁ
belive that I dug you
My jaw dropped dead to the table
She put my cool in shock
Crack kills and blood spills baby
But psychos, dykes and transvestites
Are on the choppin?block
