slag

Motherfucker hang me on the thrills

Psychoholic slag

Tomorrow, yeah, it's another drag, ow

Klipper motiver med drømme og saks

Papirsilhuetter af den fineste slags

Her er et af min far og min mor

All you do is run and hide

Slander me, slag me, you'd better body bag me

I'm not a man you should deride

St. George's flag, Doc Martin, boy

Call her slag, but don't mean it, boy

Don't ask, don't get

I'm a loser and a user, so I don't need no accuser

To try and slag me down because I know you're right

So go do what you like

Built it up, man, so bad you can taste

I don't slag no one, I don't even judge

Don't give me shit 'cause I'm not gonna budge

Scared to say what is your passion

So slag it all, bitter's in fashion

Fear of failure's all you've started

And it was poorly handled, the day we both got canceled

Because I'm a racist and you're some kind of slag

You ask about the cows, wearin' my sweater

Shawty got potential

But she skeet off like a slag

She said I'm her teddy bear

Du och jag

Är vi ett annat slag?

Är vi ett undantag?

How you mad that I got this money that I never even asked for?

How you sad 'bout a slag? We wasn't even up for it

Wasn't up, wasn't up, wasn't up, wasn't up, wasn't up, wasn't up

Your mouth, your mouth

Slag

I can't breed that girl, that's torture

South London, it's just slags on the corner

And influencers tryna bag them a baller

Och som ni lekte när ni var barn (lekte när ni var barn)

Och du stod givakt med din rygg rak och tog 400 slag

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Whilst in the sanctified crevet I calmly pillage and rake

For hot, dry powdered human slag

Still steaming in the crematorium's grate

In the door on the floor in a paper bag

There's a shoe-shine boy with a gin-shop slag

She raised him up and she called him son

It's a hassle to fight

If you don't wanna be a slag

If you believe you're right

"Just find some faith."

Tabloid sleeze just maggots on their knees and diggin' in the dirt for slag

Moonshine, strychnine, speedball, shootin' lines

Like a load of rats from a sinking ship

You slag us down to save your hip

But you don't give me the benfit

Hot coals.

Slag reveries in love with you

My hoary fire, in love with you.

What is it? What's the fa-

Come on you slags!

I'm going to give you a coming-out party, at your house

Mijn tía Pepa kan soms haar buien hebben

Als zij zich druk maakt, raakt het weer meteen van slag

Mijn tío Bruno...

You say there's only one God, you could do with two or three

Your Jesus Christ is hired out, like the slag of Galilee

Well if Peter is a prostitute, then what does that make me

Listening for the drillin' of a rescue team

Six hundred feet of coal and slag

Hope imprisoned in a three-foot seam

Never talk about your ex

Never, never, never, never, never slag them off

Because they may know

Why the fuck you think I never used to eat Malteaser's

I slag you off now and don't feel bad about it afterwards

Just like all the other kids abandoned by their fathers

Sliding down the banister in your Sunday suit

Lying on a slag heap of blankets and magazines

She's only thirty-five going on seventeen

Sliding down the banister in your Sunday suit

Lying on a slag heap of blankets and magazines

She's only thirty-five going on seventeen

Singing loudly and sorta' out of tune

Was escorted by a friendly slag

'Round the bedroom and back

En människas kärlek och lag.

En människas renaste slag.

Att vara precis den hon är även i barnet även på jorden även som blomma.

Ashes of jealousy!

Rotten slag!

Hag!

You just can't shut this motherfucker down

You can slag it when you leave and spite it

You can't shut this fucker down

Try to fight the fears that rise within

Rock 'n' roll slag, oh my, you're such a drag

Trying to find the corner to inject

I thought you know

I been workin' that red-hot slag

Way down the road

You can say I sideswipe, you can say I'm overrated

You can slag me off to every female I've ever dated

You can say I'm kinda meek, you can say I'm just a prick

You're too new wave, put down that beer

Do the slag, look at 'em run

Do the slag, hey, you scum

I need a few drags

You don't have to worry, I ain't feeling these slags

I'm on the way home

They say that niggas masters

I called them slags and they cussed us

I turn around, niggas buskers

And it's far away from these sweaty lads

Who say that boys cannot be slags

And if it's not them then it's their dads

Just like the sludge in the stream

Slag heap keep growing higher

Every morning the sky, it's on fire

There was heart, there was soul, but I guess that we forgot 'em

'Cause there ain't nothin' standin' out the window, but a sign on a slag pile

It says, it said there used to be a mountain here

Varje cell I min kropp saknar dig

Varje slag I mitt bröst

Är ett slag för dig

Eller lever jag på, bara lever?

Har jag någon slags inre vän

En som låter mig vara och ge mig hän?

Eg sa: "Russisk rullett er ikkje en god idé",

men han følte seg i slag så tvang han meg med

Eg såg han spant magasinet