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of tundras
You don't cook
That's a quick nibble like Funyuns
GldnChld it's the great again in it
So how ya luck run?
Orbiting around me daily
I'm the sun son

Tribulation upon tribulation. Guided by the serpent beneath my feet and the
Black head of Gnosis. To the burial place of our Father whom we doth name Azael,

(BBYSTARR)
(Damn, son, where'd you find this?)
(This is an AQUARiUM radio exclusive)
(This is BBYSTARR)
(Trap a holics, real trap shit)
Sun beamin

Under the suns where I found you
The place where the sand meets the sea
I tried hard to keep it together
But my heart started to skip

treating me wrong
But bumping my songs
Raping out they lungs
Gave my last to these niggas and got played by some bums
Last little nigga got hit with this

real rockin pearls with the bling
Son (Sun) I keep it real til Charles win a ring
Swear they in the field, they was hardly on the scene
Me I’m getting

Sayin' Somethin'

Ed O.G

The Truth Hurts

2000

Sometimes I hit, most the time my dick in my pants
It's on dogs, put your life on pause/paws
Get heads wrapped up in bras and drawers, fightin a lost cause
We

Down in the Willow Garden

Kristin Hersh

Murder, Misery and Then Goodnight

1998

name was Rose Connelly
And now he sits by the window
Wiping his tear-dimmed eyes
And now he waits for his own dear son
Upon the scaffold high
My

Banish From Sanctuary

Blind Guardian

Tokyo Tales

1993

my dungeon cold I could think about
All the things you've said
But I can't understand you famous son

I left the way of heaven
Or did you lead me

sacrifice - insanity!  And Jesus wept...  Hatred is burning inside of me The flames of horror won't set me free Vomit is dripping from my mouth Profaning

and mastery
The ultimate form of treason is the treacherous use of reason (the treacherous use)
Employed by the bastard sons of American fore-fathers who keep

After I have written all the songs inside my head
Will I be an average son
A mediocre husband and, a pretty shitty friend
Not much use to anyone.

to the choir
Cuz I love it when they gat sings
Mama told me spread my wings
But I ain't know she gave me bat wings
I'm a son of a gun
A walking dead man that's

gullible son
Sometimes I stare up at the sun with no shades, deep-frying with no bun

The bun's been burnt a long time ago
My heart's been hurt a long time

Thumbin' through the Benjamin's ain't many men make it this far
I son sun then I shit stars out
When I'm pissed off that'll bring the big dog out
You

switch hit him two times make him do 2 flips one in his Spine then one in his rib we'll cover son (sun) up like a solar eclipse
Yeah I'm south east where

ain't me, no they not like me

Yeah, listen I am one of one, uh
Baddest up under the sun
Quick on the trigger, a son of a gun
Ready to fight 'til

the Gold
There ain't no way I'm quittin'
Too good through all of the trials He's been
He's the way that I look at the morning sun
My heart, my love, my all

ascending
Up through the surrounding dirt
Quickly devoured by a hungry sun
Quickly devoured by a hungry son
Who is my father
And we are alike
We look

Redemption

Evereve

Regret

2000

now...
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done... forever...

Will you darken my bride (bright) sun?
Will you swallow your lost son?
 
Blessed are

son 
You showed me the way
To be free from my pain
And you said, “do not fear, we are one”.

Because of your love you have choser me
You have made me

you divorce for any reason
But sexual immorality
Then you too
Have fallen short of my perfect way
You have heard it said
Do not swear falsely
But

The Promised Son given to man Jesus
Messiah The Only Way The Only Truth
Our Great Baptizer by whose stripes
We are healed brought us close 
We are sealed

Worthy

They claim to know God, but they deny him by what they do
Ye shall make ye no idols, nor a graven image
Neither a rear up or a standing image
Set up