in the fire, we're lost in the flame Dancing in the fire, well nothing stays the same Into the fire Into the fire Into the fire Into the fire
Vertaling: Venom. In die vuur.
the fire, We're lost in the falme. Dancing in the fire, Well nothing stays the same! INTO THE FIRE! INTO THE FIRE! INTO THE FIRE! INTO THE FIRE! INTO
're gettin' fuckin' sick of lookin' at 'em You swore you'd never hit 'em, never do nothing to hurt 'em Now you're in each others face spewing venom in
why my bars are full of broken bottles And my night stands are full of open bibles I think about more than I forget But I don't go around fire expecting
fucking sick Of looking at 'em You swore you've never hit 'em Never do nothing to hurt 'em Now you're in each other's face Spewing venom And these words
on fire)) for de kalder mig alle vild worldwide chopper (cause they all call me wild worldwide chopper) (Alabama) [Yelawolf] What if I ran into you wit
niggas from the past to present is sayin', "Next is Vishis" I'm, one of the illest, the realest feel it Competition isn't existence because I got venomous
Anger and passion permanent temper tantrum S & M rocks the spot that's the anthem Supposed to fall back into depression but i can't-um Having a ball
fuckin chance (against all odds) Mad miraculous Dominate potency It's wonderful smashing impotent mutants Shootin junk into your veins painful poisonous venom
legacy of castles. Move from the spark for the fire engulfs, Check your pulse, the impulse of werewolves. Drag the body back into the woods, Detach the back and tear into
to administer lashes Molten ashes, fire and brimstone You need to hire me to put a name on a tombstone You're fuckin' with the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen Penalties of venom
of the Nile Now deliver the vials, fat, found in the pile in the stack Books that were took, take a look, back As I take you further high into the sky
glock that bucks harder than a drill team sergeant Never been a bitch, always gots to get respected The target is ejected with the venom from my weapon
Somebody better shake you Somebody better turn your head around I'm scratching like a wild cat I'm spittin fire on the ground You got my venom running
Somebody better shake you Somebody better turn your head around I'm scratching like a wild cat I'm spittin' fire on the ground You got my venom runnin
The Father's Son, Thy Kingdom come, electric ecstasy Deliver us, from all the fuss and give us sanctuary Lead us all into arena, magnificent in death
