Lyrics:
seen some ugly trees
There was a werewolf honkin'
'Long the side of me
I'm mean 'n I'm bad, why'know I ain't no sissy
Got a big-titty girly by
The only billionaire, playboy
Philanthropist on the block
Kidnapped by terrorists
He ruined their entire plan
Turned a box of scraps into
A fully-suited Iron
Christians fear
You embrace and love it
Child
Wicked child
A raggedy doll, fill it up with nail-clippings
At your beck and call, full of scabs and nasty
the harvest they wouldst reap
He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call
For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep..
The monastery stood
the harvest they wouldst reap
He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call
For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep..
The monastery stood
are
So you force me
At your beck and call
In the night
You'll kneel by my side
To see what's mine
Tonight
You'll forget about your pride
The best night
remorseful in every morsel
Unpleasant, horrible, hello gorgeous
The rebel with devil horns just fell off the yellow short bus
Met a contortionist, said,
silence by myself
I saw a shotgun in the shelf
I saw the devil at the side of the road
I had to stop cause I had nowhere to go
They never gave me other
Midwest nigga in the West
Red Corvette speeding down sunset
Ski mask, black Tec pulling through the set
Gang signs and palm trees
Bomb weed and becks
you
Put you on the guest list, go dance with death
The club's dead, yeah, you right, you the last one left
See the spooks in, goths in, devils in,
on the guest list, go dance with death
The club's dead, yeah, you right, you the last one left
See the spooks in, goths in, devils in, fire's in
You dwelling in
The devil countering my life in different spares
In all by- count and a nigga's pound
From the hell of pound jailing all souls in better crime
Dailing my
Twos with the threes
In a coup with the keys
Get the noose the recluse got the truth for the geese
Whos got the fee
Got the booze by the G
Get
arrived
Cornered by the order
Checkmate sucker, not a move, game's over!
Clocks bending backwards, many cannot get with me
A logical man, I'm the epitome
My
masterpiece
They mad at me, 'cause the bars are next level Ish
Prevalent that it's relevant bars hotter than the devil shit
Olympic flow but I'm never one
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