Lyrics:
the real stuff
Day by day, puttin' on a brave face (hey)
Playing games, taking pain straight away (yay)
Maybe made mistakes but it's A-OK (wait)
We all
of the spear thrown by god (at the evil)
As I move up on the wicked through the mist with one objective
Send 'em back into the fire then you gon' be
("No! this face is only a mask a wicked ornament,
Illuminated by an exquisite grimace,
Look and see, atrociously controlled,
The real head,
and anger
Stabbing devils in their chest with a rusty ship anchor
Blood and sand we command and conquer
Wasted land,
Then expand the regions undiscovered by
E-V-I-L E and Ice-T are on a jack move
Layin down the dope groove, smokin those who disapprove
Wreckin the deck, you'll regret if you cross punk
a spell...clocked in.
Evil men, evil deeds, evil time to grieve.
...to kills fells.
With a deal, with the bloods all stale.
...fell.
A 1000 caps of hell.
On the wheel
other hoe naked
That smile will put a smile up on my face
At least it used to anyway
Don't string me along
Yeah yeah
Holding on by thread and I'll fall
of the woods came more robots by the dozens,
Daddies, mommies, aunts, and uncles, grandmas, grandpas, and cousins?
Whole robo-families, thirsting for blood.
the Same"
Yeah Evil girls have the prettiest face!
Kindness gets you nowhere but dead last place
PSA: Love is just a rat race!
Love is just a rat race!
In obscurity
Judgement day has come
To determine total liberation
Face the final decision
The true manifestation of light
The Exorcism of Satan awaits
back to basics
Faded by the moonlight
Finna go down to coast, right down to the Cape
Faded by the moonlight
Finna go down to coast, right down
next to a silent enemy
Agent of evil and betrayal and irreverent blasphemy
Skin turned tough to conceal the commotion within
Sloth, inactive and hit by
confined
In wires or nine to fives
Or borderline
Suicidal and traumatized
By evil lives or knives
We let into our fragile minds
Our lives controlled by suits
of the horror story
Your Walking Dead
Your Stranger Things gloried in
Are yourselves the walking dead and the stranger things to me than my own loved ones seen by
impossible to live
Cause lack of innocence to give
Survive by a gun or succumb to one (Choose)
Mother's mourning their sons (Mikey G)
Battle of good and evil
know by now
You've been there yourself
You may never understand
How the stranger is inspired
But he isn't always evil
And he isn't always wrong
Though
of the evils around me when they surround me
I drop to my knees and I pray to the Lord proudly
Probably, these trials and tribulations in front of my face is
arrival
Everyone was jolly and jittery
I waited for their wagons until well after dusk
That night, while I was sleeping
I was awoken by a cold eerie
it
Evil plan, my mind functions well off spite
I don't do that tit for tat, I blow your shit up like dynamite
Take my life, I'll take every one
Call that shit a eye for a eye, my nigga, by any means (sheesh)
Had extended clips before skinny jeans (yeah)
Now bow and arrows at cop cars with
If tonight you stood in heaven's court
To seek eternal favor
Would you face Jesus Christ as judge
Or face him as your savior
There are many who
impaled by the same sword
Choose your weapon, stains splattered upon your flag
Taturag shielding the exterior inferior
Stall face to face with a forms that
All these smiling faces dont mean shit to a ni**a like me
All my friends and family in an instant can turn the other cheek
So i rock by myself no
stalk
Load up the ratchet they faces take off
Black ski masking don't fuck with the law
We rolling up pounds and it making a sound
By my neck I am bound I
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