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Hungry For Prey,
Licking Their Lips
As Biting Words
Draw Blood.
Women Do Nothing
To Feed
This Venom.
Porn And
Pop Culture
Evolved
From Paper Cuts
In mystic dreams
Behold the throne
Which the dead is sitting on
Unable to recognize
My own face
Once magnificent
Now is devoured by worms
No more
Clean in this bitch with the price tag tow off
Don't call it a comeback
Cause I been here for years
Wreckin' my peers, through the blood, sweat
on the razor`s edge
You and me are victims of our blood
Haunted by the ghosts of who we loved
Our parents sing that same old song
"Where the Hell did we
last
verse,flashbacks of my life passin me by backwards,
unless you getin stabbed first,
watchin ya blood run, now your facin down your own
barrol
Whats happening big baby?
It's the Boney-bone Corleone back up in your face
Man Ephesians 4:29 says "Let no corrupt communication proceed
out of your
Checking the decks with his back to the wall
Hiding the tracks of his lonely call
The blood on his hands was still dripping
Hunting by instinct and no
Hiroshima havoc and hurricane
LTD is on the cut Maestro's the name
The needle won't skip or the crowd will flip to frantic
As I watch 'em drip
D draws back
so numb
From injections of no guilt
Just small stab wounds
To draw a blood
To sign and close our deal
Hoping we are not a world apart
Kissed my neck
I
the place where we go to die
There they await to draw every secret from you
And the blood of thy heart
Then you shall see it clear at last
As the mist unveils
through this, some with scars to show
Driving forward, falling toward impending doom
Intoxicated by the blood of the moon
I've driven the final nain into
For seven years
They'd make a soldier out of him
No matter what the price
He said he was a pacifist
They called it cowardice
CHORUS:
All I ever wanted
and draw your swords
Follow me the battle rages on
Have no mercy for the enemy
We want our land free
We've lost the war blood on the field
I was caught from
Went to an art school, only learned how to draw tools
I got my money up, now me and some niggas not cool
I'm from where the junkies put pussy on you
Much love to them thugs that run the streets
Crack sells, fat mail, while them junkies geek
Pop slugs, draw blood, make them fakers flea
I know a lot
Draw near, closer now
Into my painted wings
What man can resist
When the Siren sings
Let not your ears be deadened
By the ocean's roar
Just hear my
screaming
Fucking eerie
Makes me feeling really cheery
Take that cum out
Hear me clearly
Double barrel at your earpiece
Buzzsaw dripping with the blood
she lost or is she alone
I better not find the bitch he said
Billy got loose and ran around
She's got lips like velvet curtains
He draws blood cause
you get all your chances
So make no mistakes and make sure that nobody else advances
Make your way to the top by any means necessary
And carry on until
that's a snitch
And straight choke em
In blood we soak em
Ain't no joke
I love to make a mothafucka buckel
Give a sign and watch my boys rush you
In
Set forth to raze frail humanity once again
Am I to act alone?
If so I'll draw blood from stone
Am I to act alone?
If so I'll be the thundering
Get tight like a drum, like a shark bite
Like a fuck on a cold night
Draw spit from your lips to your finger tips
As we get to grips
No stress
if we're all just cynics on the run
If we're all just cynics come undone
I was losing, now we're drawing
I'm not afraid to draw my blood
I'm not
mean.
It takes a lot to make her draw her mace.
We are so underground,
We are both really down.
No one would think to question our street cred.
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