Lyrics:
a letter to the President
When he said "God's on our side"
Pray for peace by build this war
And victory will be mineâ??
I said You're playing with
x4]
Prepare, and take aim,
Then fire
Fire away
If you must, but I only came
Just to let you know: this is goodbye
Oh, goodbye
Oh, goodbye
[Necro]
Ladies and gentlemen
Tonight we present torture and sodomy
Hosted by Necrophiliac and Ill Cannibill
Relax n smoke your crills
I'll make your
I've been to school enough by now
To know the right words
And tell the world just who God is
But all I've found is this
[Chorus]
It's a love so
to NYC by the way of the pasture
Naive and pure I stepped from the steppes
From the pie to the apple like Ming it's merciless
But my mastery
was walking and I found this big log
Then I rolled the log over and underneath
Was a tiny little stick
And I was like, "That log had a child
They expect they oppress and prescibe and there to
blind to see that as an individual that requires freedom
this is like a fucking prison to me.
I
Mama
If my time on earth was over,
Then the last thing I would do
Is to pray to God and just thank him
For blessing me with you
What you did for me
unfair
For me to feel like this
And you be so okay
But I know it's not in my hands
It's all part of his plan
You will reap what you sew
The only thing I
Yeah
Yeah
Young voodoo child, know I got this shit in control
No Geppetto, never had my back laced in the ropes
Kept it bottled like a coke cause I
expected
Next court date I was still in denial
Nigga beat the case
I ain't even take it to trial
God by my side
He was watching over his child
He would know
parade
Need money for war
Like this is the crusades
Of course I love money
But don't need no aid
Been done with the crime shit
I've been stuck on this
a child to raise
Be patient, can't wait 'til they free him even though he gained a lot of weight
She flew out to get a BBL since she got new mileage
Say
Midwestern
You're a cybernetic baby
I'm a child of this earth
They're dead set to destroy her
'Cause they don't know what she worth
I'm an outlaw, I'm a felon
Something terrible has happened here
Sudden infant death sentence
This place is a coffin and nothing good can come of it
Skin like pigs ripped
people coming together fighting
for a pjece of dry bread, bullets spread, a dusin dead, what's next
This worlds hexed, time to wise up like Unicef
This is what you chose: to kill and be enclosed. sheltered by the news
Because it's difficult to choose. so let us all decide what you should know,
(This is a parody of Hotel California by The Eagles)
From a dark desert highway we pulled into the inn
Rome called for a census, I was from
what else could she do
He would be sixteen
She never even got to hold him
And nights like this is hurts to miss
A son she's never seen
He would be
I'll see you soon (I hope)
How's our child?
She must be nearly five years old
I wonder what she will think of me
I promise I'll try not to bring this
what we striving for
As I do fly decor'
Seen shit with my two eyes I wish I never saw
But that's the lifestyle of the night child
Used to roll the haze
on to the end.
cnd so the days go by,
Nothing seems to change.
Like nothing can be done
When nothing is to blame.
Then on the lover's day
While the palm trees
God of the evening god of the night
Show thyself to me bless this unholy rite
A child of thine own nature impurely born
That thy hath forsaken
Guilty Simpson, back again, check me
This is flagrant file I burn denial on the mile
Half smile, born the incredible rap child
Keep your
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