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sound fictional
But R kelly wrote the remix
To Ignition before the original
Prince's first album
He played every instrument
And sang all the vocals, wow

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

of you. 'Til our next hiatus.
Like the title of your seventh album, Cat, you The Greatest

We drink cava the shade of lava out the bottle, like a genie

Unfettering the Hoary Sentinels of Karnak

Bal-Sagoth

The Chthonic Chronicles

2006

and all day the omnipresent sand has been whipped up by an impudent wind, making progress all the more difficult
At dawn, I pinpointed the location

I've been nice with the spittin'
And divine with the fitted
Got the ice, see it shine with the glisten
On fire like a Litten
Disguised in the drive by

chere 
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere 
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas 
But being homophobic could kill your career 
So I switched

My chain hang like outties 


I’m outtie like the outro 


Every fives seconds man I drop 

Another album 



( Verse 1 )

My body donated to this

been like pulling out teeth
Peter's pretty much a pessimist
Let's break that little pipe he play
KFC for one more check
But now he's moving heavy weight

all confessin' Lord when he steppin' in
Look, might as well admit it now
Before the seventh sin
I've been treadin' carefully in it ever since
Only thing

The name is Riley Hough, yes we've had some introduction
You know me from the old shit, and all of my fire production
Had a couple problems, took

Church is poppin'
One diss song and he's dead
Last week you was emo
Coverin' Hollywood Undead
DMin' me to share your video
That sucked complete ass
Bunch

The kids still fighting back forth behind
The glass like the windshield wiper
Good butter here then, let's say album
Brooks brother clear lens flex frame

recording, walked in, didn't know him before it
Vandermark told me he was the one, hit him up, made an album in months
Look at me, how far I've come
Grandma

your bodies drop when I drop me an album
Grateful to Ben and I'm grateful to God
Grateful to Timmy that boy Ifidon
Look how he speak and then look how he

back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids

Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By

the kids I won't be home for a while
Tell Mom don't stress, it'll go by fast
Get my last piece of sex
Before they ship my ass
Process it, down state my