?. . Sheer heart attack. Sheer heart attack. Real cardiac. . I feel so in-ar in-ar in-ar in-ar in-ar in-ar in-ar in-ar-tic-you-late. . Gotta feelin gotta feelin gotta feelin like a paralyse. It aint no
. Hush, my child, you're mine. All my life, I try. Verse 2. Oh, you were never heavy, light just like a feather. I ran from the terror, the ground was red from the led. You were never scary, I knew you
?. . Sheer heart attack. Sheer heart attack. Real cardiac. . I feel so in-ar in-ar in-ar in-ar in-ar in-ar in-ar in-ar-tic-you-late. . Gotta feelin gotta feelin gotta feelin like a paralyse. It aint no
Terror Squad, ungh. Now why you wanna go and * with them?. Platinum status, motherfuckers, eat a dick!. . Now who's the underrated pro, they scared to play on the radio?. Who lives the lyrics
