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Sitting on a piece of solar driftwood floating in space. Magic is the art of influencing the course Of events by the intervention Of spiritual forces
I'm a happy woman I made my choice in life I chose to settle down I chose to be a wife And I take pleasure in my quiet hearth And happy home I
The day of Judgment has arrived Only the blessed shall survive The second coming of Jesus Christ Returning like a thief in the night
I'm a happy man I made my choice in life I chose to settle down I chose to take a wife And I take pleasure in my quiet Hearth and happy home
they're left with the scent of death threats in 7 seconds I'll become undone, I'm breaking through if you're around by the time I reach number one I'm
You won't be next I'm telling ya Might not die by twenty seven, yeah Forsake your brothers Give up on your lovers To get the things you think you
us that in a battle we can't last The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven was no longer eight crews (how many was their) There was seven
mothafuckin' chickenshit To the ones who tries to play the E, By the time you reach Seven you'll be 6 feet deep Number eight, Make no mistake, Move real
can pin you all in them disguises So if you want to come test Definite action must proceed But before it goes down I gots to alert the rest of my
of cleanin' your cock Ya burnt seven niggaz, yo, around the block You always leave a trail, 'cause your pussy, it smell Fuckin' ho, ya need to quit thinkin'
under ten getting shot by the nine 8 of them died and left 7 of them crying For the 5th and 6th time I'm trying to tell you dog You done pulled
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real What
dungeon, and summon up the second comin' People started runnin', aliens with hair like Rastafarians Captured, placed inside of aquariums, studied by
choice By now the Crimson reign had proved too much The monastery was shadowed under dread But fear decreed that hostile thoughts be crushed For
no frontin' Choices need to be made on the 7th A catch 22 in my midst, 'cause either way I'm fucked Go to trial where I'll probably lose, or take my
... got to be an addiction with me!" (Aaahhhh... nothin' like it!) Hey, beautiful, beautiful! Last one got 'em! "30 rounds in one and a half seconds
or the choice But want free chocolate men who'll Crash 'n' dice you don't mean nice, ha ha Try to say that fast I'm [GR8 Scott] 7 [D-Stroy] 6,5,4,3,2,1 [GR8