up DMC. No, no, yo! You don't understand me. In this land where they always try to ban me. Type me the stereotype of a face. And that's the problem with the human race. Haste makes waste no trace
up DMC. No, no, yo! You don't understand me. In this land where they always try to ban me. Type me the stereotype of a face. And that's the problem with the human race. Haste makes waste no trace
up DMC. No, no, yo! You don't understand me. In this land where they always try to ban me. Type me the stereotype of a face. And that's the problem with the human race. Haste makes waste no trace
make, haste, mount the steed and ride him well. For the white horse of heroin will ride you to Hell, to Hell. Will ride you to Hell until you are dead. Dead, brother, dead This is a revolution of the
tick nor tock. Gong! First bell before twelve o'clock. No time to waste, I broke out in haste. The princess followed in a futile chase. A quick steady pace is what I kept. Lost one of my Ballys on