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Albums:

This Is Love This Is Murderous [Bonus Tracks] (Bleeding Through) · Murderous Ends, Collaborative Odds (Nick Cave) · This Is Love, This Is Murderous (Bleeding Through) · This Is Live, This Is Murderous, The Show Must Go On! [DVD] (Bleeding Through) · This Is Love, This Is Murderous (Bleeding Through) · This Is Love, This Is Murderous (Bleeding Through) · Sins (Charm City Devils) · Sex, Sins & Samples (The Cotton Club) · Sins and Greed (Blitzkrieg) · These Are My Sins (I the Breather) – and 24 other albums »


Insane I follow my muse

Butchery atrocity
Possessed by this beast
Trust my deeds then watch me bleed
Murder it grants me peace

Tick tick tock
Where These Two Armies 
Have Clashed And Met 

Holy Wars Unleashing Bloody Raids 
The Sacred Earth Without A Face 
Consumed By Murderous Sinners
brained by 
The sins, 
Sins of silence 
Scatter,
Scatter brained by 
The sins, 
Sins of silence 
Scatter,
Scatter brained by 
The sins, 
Sins
at yo, service You heard us Murderous Demons they comma Which choosin like the chrome llama BLAH!! [Verse 2] An introduction to my murderous plot I got so
too futuristic for you hoezz to catch it
I'm a god send, the fallen angel and I do sin

Far from perfection but still considered a gem
Thank you
Lasciviously they move
Two powers bound for unity
Like magnets, they align, under immunity
The product of their congress, their libidinous deed
critical thoughts, criminal minded
Blinded by illusion, findin it confusin

Duel of the iron mics
It's that fifty-two fatal strikes
Duel of the iron
the bringers of Armageddon
Embodied in unholy grace
Filled with retribution and murderous rage
Like an ironclad fist smashed into your god's face

No
at the judges, in the criminal courts
Criminal thoughts, these streets wit killas to sport
This is Mafia music to murder you wit, inserted the clips
Drive-bys
critical thoughts, criminal minded
Blinded by illusion, findin it confusin

Duel of the iron mics 
It's that fifty-two fatal strikes
Duel of the iron
riding through the woods and took her by the hand"

The boss he lay back flat on his bed
He cursed the heat and he clutched his head
He pondered the future
the Ninth Commandment every day
Would hang our heads in shame and say
Forgive-we have to live
Officially on feet of clay.
Every minute
We're made to sin
to righteousness, 
Dying to sin and living, 
Dying to sin and living to righteousness. 

What are the two parts of sanctification?
The two parts
(anything)
But the life that he lived was a nightmare, I swear
It wasn't clean, he was blinded by the cream

All the murderous capaz, the trips to Las
Back at'cha
How we do
Primo, Jigga-Man
History in the making
Let's go

Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH
Uh-huh-uh-uhh, uhh
I spit the murder-murder-murderous
murderous
Mur, mur, ma, murderous shit
Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh uhh

I keep the gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gah, gah, ga, gangsta beat, feel me? Uhh
I spit
Blaming me for your ills
While you rest in peace

You are marked with death
By your cruel lies
You deserve all this
You betrayed me
With your final breath
by vines of thorn
Lancing her womb the child inside is gorged
Raped in hatred by vines of thorn
Broken in two entwined within the growth
Raped in
by the council of the masters of a teacher
The process went much deeper, I'm a believer
I turn batiman body into ether
The fellow sufferer who want
sin!

Guardian of justice
offering help
favorite victim of your self-made gods!

Four-continent-king
empty shroud
who runs to the indigents aid!
critical thoughts, criminal minded
Blinded by illusion, findin it confusin

Duel of the iron mics 
It's that fifty-two fatal strikes
Duel of the iron
hoes to catch it
I'm a god send, the fallen angel and I do sin
Far from perfection but still considered a gem
Thank you lord for givin' me wind
without sin, it's not by our might 
And we're fighting all the sin 
And the good book, it says we'll win 

Soldiers, Soldiers, under command 
Soldiers,
sin, it's not by our might
And we're fighting all the sin
And the good book, it says we'll win

Soldiers, Soldiers, under command
Soldiers, Soldiers,
[Chorus]
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun 
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun
A nigga shoot at me,