Lirieke:
The Living End Don T Shut The Gate

be hypnotised Don't shut the gate Investigate for correction Single out a selection Settle all apprehension [Chorus] SLAM, SHUT, SHUT, SHUT, SHUT, SHUT, SHUT

be hypnotised Don't shut the gate Investigate for correction Single out a selection Settle all apprehension [Chorus] SLAM, SHUT, SHUT, SHUT, SHUT, SHUT, SHUT

sign, beware of animals A fuckin wild habitat My living room is the wilderness with spots on My carpet Practicing my gun targets Virtual reality is a rough end

be the player that I be once again call me The capital t-e-c pimpin' hoes tighter then a nigga Rollin' opitomes, so won't ya holla if ya see me nigga Don't

on your wrist don't make you thug 'Cause a bitch is sucking your dick on your skit you ain't thug Bandannas and bad grammar don't make you thug Sucker

the real motherfuckers alive Verse 1 (sam) : Intentions to leave a coarse, remourse is extinct Niggas murder and lust the course we own is mislink The pack we don't

I've just returned from a long round trip Many tales I have to tell. Now I don't get high, so you think I'm not hip But I've seen the gates of Hell. How

get the hype in - early! [Chorus] [DMX] Top, dog, cat's don't, know (WHAT!) Can't fuck with the flow from Y.O. (WHAT!) Ridin too much dick, say it ain't

friend) I don't march like Beetle Bailey through a quick trend (trend) I don't frequent church's steeples on my weekend (end) And I don't comment if you