Lyrics:
in the new Bible
Written by zombies Jesus' newest disciples
Satan won't arrive for the end times war
And Christ will hunt a hundred
And be hungry for
I'm-um...I'm a little lost right now. Please call me back. Call me back."
I honestly thought my reputation was more durable
Guess friends are just enemies,
Trying to steal my mojo
Oh no your'e fuckin' with a pro
Who go for dolo
For sure though
A season veteran holy a (dobo??)
Come on now Judge Judy
Trying to steal my mojo
Oh no your'e fuckin' with a pro
Who go for dolo
For sure though
A season veteran holy a (dobo???)
Come on now Judge Judy
Jesus and Elvis, painted on velvet
Hanging at the bar here every night
It's good to be back again, oh, me and my old friends
'Neath the neon cross
funeral shit
My only wish is tah see this niggas pain for this shit
Lord forgive me, but revenge is the life that I picked
Homicides, hennesey, it's
slashes subconsciously
Scrubbing blood spots
I find myself feeling alone when friends stop by
Head off in your bosom's the only time I get shut eye
Astro
O holy night,
The stars are brightly shining;
It is the night of
Our dear Savior's birth!
Long lay the world
In sin and error pining,
Till He
the juggle
I do it for family, my friends, and my loved ones
Ye
Endure through the pain, and the rain, and the struggle
Pressure makes diamonds and diamonds
burn on her own schafott
We harvest the gold and seed the ashes
The earth is screaming but we can not help
For improvement she suffers without reason
We
on me
Really ain’t a secret you run up boy it’s ya funeral homie
High school lames wanna fuck with game One Year went by now you looking like a stain
for the year to come
You got all your friends here to drink some
We're gonna get fucking drunk and have some fun
2019 war n schlechtes Jahr
2020 wird n
War, bereft of era passage
Arms wide, greets friends and strangers
A service to oblivion for power whores
Wealthy tyrants preach persecutions,
For Korans holy bible the archer rival
The comin of the Noahs, Mahadis, Messiahs
The street vibers, the burnin of all MCs by the fire
The great instead
(Word up, check this one)
Guns and clips, carried by cliques, eighty six
Same shit nine six the old and young switch
Poor verses rich, wars
because he had
The audacity to challenge
A war machine bent on
Keeping people impoverished
And men and woman dying for an illegal war
Martin was more than
the sun
You told me close your eyes because your pain is mine
Wish I could reach for your hand and save me from this life
I'm in the middle of a war now
I'm
me to win souls
For the Kingdom of Heaven
By the look on his face
Man I knew that he was not joking(that's right)
All believers, rise up, stand firm
Procession by virtue of war, blood stained hands
This fall of creation
Sound this requiem as we ascend, unholy battle until the end
Burning hatred for
a scratch, fear none of that you won't feel a tap
But that's after the task is all completed, so don't you worry bout all
That bleeding, it's just for a movie,
own well
My mind made it to a place of perfect peace
My pure heart looked at God and saw me
Still filthy in the flood of my own eyes
Made holy by
I'm wearing white to my funeral
If you still love me then tell me so
Don't be mad if I disappear
You can find me by the pier
Pacifica
These ears
one thing, for sure, the funeral's pending
I got young boys tryna get a name and attention
In the trench, it's all love when you're broke as fuck
you and Pac in harmony, probably hugging
While everybody from Brooklyn to West coast is bugging
All these gang wars, Big, show me a sign
As for
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