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Текст (слова) песни: Kool Keith (Undatakerz) - For Whom the Bells Toll

[Reverand Tom - Kool Keith]
I stay in Office Depot and Staples
Pack up my pens and paper, keep rollin more yellow pad
I get mega sonic on you niggaz, beta sonic on your niggaz
You keep power supply, I`m Teknotronix
Better than Mantronix
Arrangements get ridiculous, ask anybody out there
I`ll shock ya - you`re like a backup
to Goldstar TV set, too advance for the U.S.
Leave New York, pee on Europeans
Your hot producers, your coffee and all that stuff
That`s right, look around, you`re like H.R. Puffinstuff
Nothing`s about you rough
You done it, you did that, and you get back
You sit back, look around, you get licked back
Yo...

[The Funeral Director]
We have, coffins, by the millions
We can, put you, in the ground

[Al Bury-U]
Your body is stiff, the coffin closed, your family close by
Cemetery plots, a black rose, I heard a crow cry
As bells ring, for your spirit angels in Hell sing
Your tunnel starts to darken, you`re slippin into a long dream
Eternity, eternally until {?}
Soul banished, back to where the heathen {?} laid to rest
It ain`t no peace to be havin
Let it happen, ain`t no fightin your fate, it`s Armageddeon
Permanently {?} no way in Hell to see heaven
Let your spirit float way {?}
You see a new beginning, fire flesh for all your sinning
Black tinted limousines, black hearse and crying women
Sing of death blade, and sing a song called die
While The Funeral Director spill your blood like wine
Reverand Tom at the altar, M-Balmer light that fire
Time to cremate the whole world, wicked souls must die

[The Funeral Director]
That`s right.. we are, Thee Undatakerz
And we will, bury you
Bury you so deep... so deep you would think you were in Hell

[M-Balmer]
From whom the bells toll, or whom will be doomed
Darker liquor I consume, gettin {?} in the embalming room
No pulse are detected, send him over to The Funeral Director
And Al Bury-U and Reverand Tom did what he came to do
M-Balmer, holdin down the morgue
Pull yo` body out the drawer
Got these fools from the Eastside, the fluid`s what they came here for
Put the rest in my lab coat and serve them fools a part
Now I`ma keep rock to chop, stirrin up to the pulpit
And deliver it, I spit sparks like gunfire straight to they head
What`s the purpose of the strap if he`s already dead?
Stretched out, because of somethin that nobody said
Warning, gee williker cause that Tec-9 be killin ya
Hit the main artery, he`s lookin real saucy
Chrome to yo` dome and lookin like Top Ramen

[The Funeral Director]
Yeah, that`s right
You thought you motherfuckers was gonna get away
You thought she wouldn`t be able to embalm you
She`s actually gonna, put, your head, up, your ass
To see if it fits!
That`s right, we are Thee Undatakerz
And we`re not here to fuckin play with you
We`re gonna show you, where things go
How far deep they will be
And how far in you will go
Ha, hahahahaha! Ohahahahahaha {*fades*}

 

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