Lyrics:
Puttin fingerprints on my bicycle
Walkin up to have a drink at the club ?there is? three Irish chicks
Lookin at me like I'm sick
Walkin by chin-chins I
the beef
No
Ru-paul
Gone roll the dice
His life a gamble
Blood stains
In the white hall
I've been depressed
For like a min
Bad thoughts on how I'm living
Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious
with the paint in the balls
Catch you by the elevator and paint the hall
My BGS soldiers
Whippin' the big tanks to war
Grippin' shanks and swords
Quick
the wind, where eagles cross the sky
Today my mortal blood will mix with sand it was
Foretold I will die by my hand
Into Hades my soul descends
Cowards
permanent solution to our problem.
ANNAS
What then to do about Jesus of Nazareth?
Miracle wonderman, hero of fools.
PRIEST THREE
No riots, no
eat your flesh the hall the Hades waits
Kill kill kill kill...
Hector's blood lies on the battlefield, his body's mangled wounds
The Gods who once
moving through the night
Your spirit filled with light
I need, need you by my side
Your love and I'm alive
I can feel the blood shiver in my bones
don't want your head falling off your
Ego
I don't want your dreams to be seen
As the failure of a scheme of a kid
Who thought he was the hero
(What?)
Yall talking murder but when you pull there ain’t no blood bath
You should Not be dirty in (vain ) vein blood take a bath
One man million
I ball no
forgive me, driving tipsy
Thank you fo being wit me through that crash
Three inches to the left
Four inches to the right
No coincidence, there's a reason
On the horizon
By the water tower near the rafter and the clatter
Where bottles would be inches of my life
The troubadour sits alone and changes with the seasons
Yes it looks like war
Yes it looks like more
In the spirit decorated with valor on three tours I fight to worship
I fight to worship
I fight
kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know,
Whoever said "Game Over" must of had a hangover,
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover,
I got blood
heart by three simple vision
[The Visions:]
The first was a planet engulfed by the sea
No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree
No rock jutted out
heart by three simple vision
[The Visions:]
The first was a planet engulfed by the sea
No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree
No rock jutted out
Jerry Jeff Walker
Well, our story starts in Texas, where he's tempered by the heat
That skinny Alvin boy believes his fastball can't be heat
So he
captivated by business
They call it Stockholm syndrome
The love is real but fake
I do chemsex, party and play
G on, cuddle puddles
Elon's Hall of Shame
Shady
the terrors
Blood on the floors, cops at the door
Parents weren't married, but they were divorced
Yell and scream a lot, fighting like a war
Mom sorta stayed,
surrounded By evil,
Distrust your own blood, Betrayal and Pain
I feel betrayed, Falsehood on all sides
By my side I have my counterpart
Full of lies like Yung
semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin' harshly
Beat up and battered
They
semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin' harshly
Beat up and battered
They
Inches, God damn, shit tore through my jeans
Bitches drove by, start observing the peen
Fate is so amazed, she was begging me "please"
Pullin' out her tits,
here to spread the facts; newsboy
It’s not about we tho Christ is the hero
Blood ran red like flaming hot Cheetos
Then sin was a wrap like burritos
Yes
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