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tyranny, forgotten victims 
Children slaughtered in vain 
Raping the maids, in which they serve 
Only the words of the 

Lord 
Die by the sword
Die by
tyranny, forgotten victims
Children slaughtered in vain
Raping the maids, in which they serve
Only the words of the Lord

Die by the sword
Die by
will take your children with us
It's not about hatred, we're not your enemies
But you see, we have to feed the rats

And you will never learn
Who's
Though I Ain't No Prayin' Man 
For The Lord To Come A Helpin' 
Knowing He'd Understand 

Deliver Your Children To The Good Good Life 
Give'em Peace
hair an' sandals on his feet and a long beard on his face 
You know, Lord, when you come back to get your children, and take 'em beyond the clouds
dying by the sword
Our legions killing all in sight
To get the one called Lord

The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see
There's no price to pay just
dying by the sword
Our legions killing all in sight
To get the one called Lord

The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see
There's no price to pay just
now talk about the ones on your five
Crisp dollar billin', catch me in a little hut in Beneen
Village style, feedin' the children
Big pots of jasmine
hair an' sandals on his feet and a long beard on his face 
You know, Lord, when you come back to get your children, and take 'em beyond the clouds
thank you lord for my life
Forgive me lord for complaining so much
I thank you lord for my life
Your the only one that understands my pain

I'm twenty
by the sword
Our legions killing all in sight
To get the one called Lord

The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see
There's no price to pay just
the money bad the bigger
Angels tatted all on me, pray for a lord sinner
Rolls Royce Corniche, sweepin' me off my feet
New bitches they by the fleet and we
We, we are the champions, we can't stop
Cause you just can't keep them
Ruff Ryders down, down, down

By any means necessary, I'mma hold down
need your gold to feed him

Daughter, dear daughter, I've done you no wrong
I married you to a great lord's son
Find a new man for when I'm dead and gone
robbin' and killin' my own kind, Lord forgive me 
blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me 
since the death of my momma, my life is filled with
Awaking the Centuries
In the books of what will be
Written by the demon lord?
Never lift your head up to the east
'cause darkness wakes the best!
Der
fighting aimlessly
Still dying by the sword
Our legions killing all in sight
To get the one called Lord
The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see
There's no
balls
I'm reminsing on my homies who been lock tight
Or got light
Behind trying to feed their family one night
It's not right
Suppose you watch your mamma
short winded
Lets go and get it nigga
Bang bang, bitch niggas kept drinkin' shades from that double M
Get shot in your finger waves
Twenty chickens
stop now let me get a look at ya,
Damn girl I ain't seen you since prom,
Come to think about it I can't believe its been that long,
I heard your man
Rasta Ozzy from up de hill
Decide fi check 'pon 'I'm grocery bill
An' when him add up de t'ings him need
De dunny done wha' him save fi buy likkle
your ear, I want you, to understand
Please forgive me, I'm a righteous man
Tryin' to do the best I can, just to feed my fam
I might die, in these
Rasta Ozzy from up the hill
Decide to check on him grocery bill
And when him add up the things him need
He don't he don't why him see if he buy
I can't eat off no hundred grand
I got cavities dat need fillin'
You can't feed a nigga Peanut Chews
Now put ya feet up in a nigga' shoes
A lack
with a short fuse
I'm a freighttrain, bullet, knife, running right through

The bell tolls
For you and yours
Pay your bills
Face the lord