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on the swing

His face seems friendly but also kind of sick
And, ta-da
He makes their sorrows shortly disappear
By performing a magic trick

Oh, children

Better Now

MC Breed

2 for the Show

1999

drama 

Past dwellin, was it that or was it just us? 

Love, was it that or was it just lust? 

Fucked once, made love about a thousand times

wrath
Majority of the war rests on he who carries the ring
Into the mouth of the malefic king
If the one is cast into the eternal fire
The good will

of the old
and my path is set by fate
One of the faithful few I am one of the last
who worship pagan gods and claims
the heritage of our pagan father's past

wanna be held on my own, by my own
And I wanna cry i wanna shout
Today is yours but tomorrow's mine

Ooo ho ho ooo ho ho
Ooo ho ho

Today's a Bad Day

Decide the day is over
Hang it on your shoulder
Hoping that you could notice
Okay, let's go, I was posted by my grave
Hey, bae, come lay with me, like

what kind of dude he is
(Nigga weird)
It's a riot, takin' niggas' bitches
Finna loot again (Finna loot)
Last night I lost some bands, fuck it
Finna shoot

and worse these lazy days
He rustles past, formless and fast
Where it's best just to stay naive
When there is no way out to leave
And when we begin to dissect

Paperback Writer

Eric Johnson

Souvenir

2002

working for the Daily Mail,
It's a steady job but he wants to be a paperback writer,
Paperback writer

It's a thousand pages, give or take a few,
I'll

The Script For My Requiem [Bonus Track; Demo Version]

Blind Guardian

Live

2003

Hallowed be the fatherland
God he knows
How long I'd been away
From here I did start for a search so
Full of decease
I still hear my cryouts
From

bout it
We could start by putting in
and gettin nothin out it
Read apartment bulletins
A nigga gettin outted
Took ten thousand hours
Ask me if we finally

the beat like Bobby
When he beat Whitney
You spendin' thousands on that bitch and
Still ain't spent the night
I hit her for some cutty
Then I cut her out my

the younger's looking up to me
Now I got em moving drugs for me
Can’t stop anymore it ain’t up to me
Non stop on road I make thousands
Caught by the cops I know

making bands
Age 16 with a thousand grams
Age 18 with a shotty in hand

Pull up and then bang, this
Corn is not trash, they talk off and dash
Pull up

a talent, here's a hundred thousand
Get ready for Jimmy Fallon (Jimmy)
I should've been wary
It was Sony told me Katy Perry
Is the type of artist they could

is coming down
Aside from this
God's new prophet it's obviously
Napalm strong this a re-flex
Y'all shoulda been warned
Jason Re-Bourne ain't that about

By the time I hit a thousand iI be managing
Gotta caramel baddie in my days inn
Gotta caramel baddie in my days inn
Rolling up the loud it's fresh out

conquered
I'm knee-deep in a session, that pressure hitting my nostril
Nigga slicing up a zone like slider from Randy Johnson
He looking to serve
Asked me if

it, I really do it
We're not comparable
That's style that you borrowed
Hard to swallow, not digestible
If we were to stand here side-by-side
We're not

on the sword a
Thousand times for them to
Wake up and realize that we
Are being lied to
 abused and used by the democrat party

Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang

always pissed
Tryna find the fame, maybe that is it

Leaving hellfires to an altar
Lead my demons here so he could fall in
Thought it shut him up but they

I don't wanna lie no more, deceit from me tends to hold me from the light
Contemplating the nights when I had you by my side, it's alright, it's okay

a king
And the prophecy in his ears did ring

Then lo and behold William Rufus is dead
Killed by Walter Tirel so it is said
To Westminster then Henry did

Cruisin' down the highway powered by hoots
1000 miles per hour that electrocute
Pedal to the metal, feel the surge
It's the invocation