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wars and your politics, your lust and your greed And go to Hell in a handbasket 'cause heaven waits for me Go to Hell, go to Hell, go back where you
Chillin' in the shade In the flames With a freeze cup How fast is the trip To hell in a handbasket Oh Oh Oh whoa oh oh Oh Lets go Down low Hell in
can feel the fire creepin' up my thigh. I'm goin' to Hell, In a handbasket. It's a Bohemian Rhapsody. Oh, Galileo, mama mia, Scaramouch,
a foot inside your door We're headed straight for hell in a handbasket A nod is as good as a wink Straight for hell in a handbasket It is what it is Hold
Tiger sleeps in her box today The world passes by Heads chopped off Temples destroyed Hell in a handbasket Stoke the fires and feed the flames
two old souls. And this net... net... net... Don't let go the coat! On a handbasket from Hell I hold the handle. Hand basket from Hell both sides
a handbasket going straight to hell Going straight to hell As soon as I arrive wanna leave straight away All these strobe lights they just fuck with my brain Am
Everything is going fine Just fine The handbaskets they may look pretty But inside they're kinda strangely wired The doctor the doctor the doctor The doctor,
reason? Well, I have Now I'm watching, waiting, contemplating how I'm gonna make it out I'm goin' to Hell in a Handbasket and I don't mind it If I could
an attitude problem, but forget that Going to hell in a handbasket and I ain't ever looking back Hillbilly fire Hillbilly fire Made in a furnace, it was
It's a long road to Heaven and it's paved with stone and sin I slip and I stumble back into your arms again Riding shotgun in a handbasket, hell
It's the "God of Sorrowness" n' He just might pick You up In a "hand-basket", but He's come to visit us Just like "The Harvester" He's come to visit us
thief Or virtuous about anything Sometimes I miss those shallow insecurities My childish feelings of superiority We're hell in a handbasket, aren't
pocketknife and spill your antacid (ugh) Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it Fucking felon, headed to hell in a handbasket Talkin' shit'll
a hand-basket I pop pills, abuse liquor and kill niggaz When I die, God ain't gon' judge, he gon' deal with us That's why them reckless quotes come with my
a handbasket, fell into a casket 'Cause for drastic measures, we should all stick together Final Call, we better heed instead of chasin after cheddar cheese
Conceived to kill, living just to die Hell in a handbasket, why even try Death on death, makes the world go round Fitting to live six feet
a handbasket. It seems like I got it made, and then I begin to feel Like I'd give up all my winnings for another chance to spin the wheel. I don't know if I
I think we're all going to hell in a handbasket. x9
who try to subvert it always seem to go astray They lose themselves - or they disappear and go away Hell in a handbasket, 100% recyclable no plastic
the church has set back and Watch this world go to hell in a handbasket But yet all the while getting fat of his teachings And while making political gains
really try to right the wrong I don't really try to right the wrong I've been handed hell in a handbasket I've seen hell at glance This Rap shit I've been
dead and gone Where is my protest song Hell, in a handbasket They say - let's take it Mother Mary what would you say She would say, you had your day
the intoxicating smell Cant you tell I'm going to hell In a handbasket Aint that classic Aint that tragic Aint it magic when My dad Disappears again What'll happen
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