Lyrics:
RUN FAT BOY, RUN! RUN FAT BOY, RUN!
(Jack salmon?) Collard greens, gumbo, steak fries, Ho-Ho's, catfish, candied yams, ceviled eggs, country ham.
to go with me to the boardwalk
What fun it will be
We'll eat cotton candy and we'll get french
Fries with vinegar and get a
Plate of funnel cake then
looking at me with lust in his eyes
I also want a diet Coke
And some french fries too
I wanna eat it all
I wanna put the whole thing in my mo
Can Mary fry some fish, mama
I'm as hungry as can be
Oh lordy, how I wish, mama
That you could keep the baby quiet
'Cause my head is killing me
the tyrants maze, fire will fry ya' in my iron cage
my violent lions have been enraged
by violins and sirens that thunder from center stage
slicing throats,
en français, un super flow, taille les cainri
Quand je rap je suis trop 9.4., trop Mafia K1fry
Mentalité Vitry, c'est l'ABS poto
Paix à Orly,
on a rocket straight into the dark
With a spark in your eye and some big fish to fry
You hauled off and let fly as the sun lit the sky
Now you're down in
regard ton équipe tes racli
Biensur qu'elles dirait pas non à la mafia k1fry
Commercial ou underground, Rohff le number one
Dégouté a peine
my evolution
Let my existence fries
Blood is mixing tears
Still the silence reduce my breath
The rage rebounds in fear
Choose your death! [X 3]
aussi j'ai la technique K1fry!
Doucement, on s'installe tout doucement!
Fais comme tu veux ouais fais comme tu le sens!
Comme on dit là-bas c'est 100%
of coal
The threat of the 6 fingered man
About as welcome as cramps
He's a primate wearing pants
Birds gotta fly Fish gotta fry
Lurid, Turgid, Daft,
your eyes start to twitch
And you fry
Infected by the healing that makes your skin crawl
You feel your head screamin', nailed to the wall
I turn it
of fallen angels
Their shackled souls fry before my feet
Punishing pre-corpse mutilation
By my gallery of grinding guillotines
Murder all who pass through
le ciel (boîte séquentielle)
TDSI (officiel)
Mafia K'1 Fry (boîte séquentielle)
R.O.H.2F (officiel)
9.4 (boîte séquentielle)
Ewa (officiel)
we cut the record,
For the ones who check this,
Feel neglected
Cool, calm and collected,
What's the afro funky record
That we rockin and rumbling
Fry
and I'll tell you so
Super size, large fries, Big Mac, Coca Cola
Go on man, pick your poison
Speed, weed, ecstasy, LSD
Man, it don't bother me cos we're all
over you lost out over you
we have other fish to fry
Our night light's low
We rise to our full height
Still our bed feels cold
is your love that lazy
good and so was I, I must say - word
We hit McDonald's, pulled into the drive
We ordered two Big Macs and two large fries with Cokes
She kicked her
a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided
She had fish fries and cookouts for my child's birthday I ain't invited
Despite it, I show her
To the west end beat
If you like it
Lick it
Slurb it
Slide it
Shake it
Bake it
Stir it
Fry it
Scream my name out
As you ride it
(I'm so excited and I
history while I was lookin' 14:12 Isaiah...
I do imagine you love tryin' to deep-fry Christians
You get them always slippin' up for you
Even when they know
eatin' pastrami cheese fries in a Phantom
Product of them palm trees, make your lungs bleed
The Coast without me is like a sack of buck weed, nigga
One year in five we'll stay alive it's a reason to behold
When it's just another fear to fry within this sacred fold
I am innocent
The sweat
souviens la K'1 Fry Mafia, Mansa, Lasna
Yézi l'escroc m'a fait croquer des scal-pa
Entre bagarres et gardav', la vie a fait d'moi une caillera
J'ai eu un
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