Lyrics:
You want to be the master blaster
Killing yourself to win
Moulding a god of sin
You let your body sweat burn faster
You've got the madness
of this damn planet and the sluts and the booze,
I'd like to kill the Master, and start turning the screws
The sins of this planet have long since grown
the green
How the fuck I make thirty grand a
Year with Dukes holding a Master's degree?
It makes no sense so I make those cents
Using my mind and using
When I was in service in Rosemary Lane
I won the goodwill of my master and did I
Till a sailor came there one night to lay
And that was the beginning
to please
And if you want to dance
If she wants to lead, I won't mind
Let's try this all again only faster now
Now go ahead and pretend I'm your master
and an axe|I sing about a big man, The Canadian Lumberjack.||Oh Hey! To the happy workin' bushman, Of Canada|He's a lumberjack|Oh Hey! To the master
man
The prophet calls, the master's plan
You resist his true demands
It's an inner thing that calls at you
Makes you do what you must do
A voice you can
Hey girl, swing it over here with your long legs
Let the master work, let the master flirt
Yes, you look good in that mini-skirt
I gotta tell ya,
and then
I am barren, fruitful, bored but rarely useful
A sinner seeking manic martyrdom
The devil may care but I don't
No masters, no gods, no laws, no
The hunger will remain
My worst fear is coming true I think I am becoming you
My worst fear is coming true I think I am becoming you
Skin of the master
knocking her up
I got a plan, got in demand
Now hit the road and start stacking grands
I'm running the game with my master plan
I'm running the game with
your word why did I listen to wrongs I heard
Self help methods schemed by jesters
Getting advice from the earth's master
One drop a word to the wise
that on to make a Earth shaker
Natural disaster, hemipheric master
Master crater size hole, niggas that want to fold
Blow, transport threatin ya fuckin
[Suave]
still master graph, after cash graphed, get staffed
splash your class, mash your staff
what, nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch
eyes you see
No you'll never run
I know your emotions
Are slaves I've bound and I've tied
You'll never be free
Cause you Master's chained to your
fruitful, bored but rarely useful
A sinner seeking manic martyrdom
[Chorus]
The devil may care but I don't
No masters, no gods, no laws, no soul
I'm
and war
To please his master's son
Raised in Hell, raised in Hell
Raised in Hell, raised in Hell
Come on
Go
Raised in Hell's black magic
Raised of demon
Maintain me soul and me say maintain me mind
Time is the master and the master is time
Yes, these are the hands of time
Yes, these are the hands of time
the speed
Flashing out "just kill them all"
Eat out your heart
Dark master of thunder
Lord of darkness and doubt
Run if you can, shake off the devil
wick able wack
Black jack, that's a fact, writing exact behind your back
The funk rhyme and master, blaster
Kicking up in a brainstorm, rainstorm
luck and death
Master of black arts inside of your head
Enchanted nightmare, you'll never know peace till you die,
When you're asleep which I don't
Master told me one day
I'd find peace in every way,
but in search for the clue
wrong things I was bound to do
Keep my head to the sky
for
Cross-creviced chasms vast
And endless plains of unshaven ass
Our time in Hell draws to the last
We call upon the Master of the Pit
Have you got
Because I understand (woah-whoa)
That love must be the master plan? (Love is the master plan)
If I gave you diamonds and pearls
Would you be a happy
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