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perfect, but what it is 
Is guns n roses, we’re guns n roses 

You can throw a bomb my way 
For every time I make mistakes 
But you know that’d never
THERE ROSE A LAMB

IT WAS THE THIRD DAY SINCE HE DIED
AND IT WAS SAID HE WOULD ARISE
THEN FROM THE GRAVE HIS PLAN CAME FORTH
OH I HAVE REASON
little rock star, man she knows it
My baby's Guns N' Roses

She's got a wild side
That troubles in her blood
Thinks I'm an outlaw
That's double trouble son
thing goes, boy,
Give me some more.
She's my little rock star, man she knows it.
My baby's Guns N' Roses.

She's got a wild side.
Bet trouble's in
where did I fail? 
Out of my belly and the pick up a gun 
And fall for the Rose of England 
Fall for the Rose of England 

God knows it's cold
of England

For her feckless boys she did weep and wail
Saying, Lord have mercy where did I fail?
Out of my belly, the pick up a gun
And fall for the Rose
at 850 pounds; guns n' roses!

Get in the ring(x16)

This song is dedicated to all the guns n' fuckin' roses fans
Who stuck with us through all the fucking
blood
It was written in blood
It was written in blood
Oh my god, it was written in blood

Inside no sadness, for a prowl
As nothing new lay dying
of England

For her feckless boys she did weep and wail
Saying, Lord have mercy where did I fail?
Out of my belly, the pick up a gun
And fall for the Rose
tonight
Wills god, oh god create lapses
It's not far, it's not far
It's near

Paper snowflakes don't melt in the sunshine
Plastic roses won't wilt,
hoe's hold
Keep it in them working, In case I'm legal searching
They got worship god, and trust the gun
Ask for your forgiveness, and send n****z up
to bust yo ass)
Oh my god, he's got a gun......Oh my god, he's got a gun

[T.N.T]
Oh my god he's got a gun so don't be surprised
When I bust this muthafucka
of God's in you, show n prove
True, the time has come through
Chose the few, must show and prove

I once asked God to forgive for my sins
Bent on my knees
black already
Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat already
Three n****s with me, me myself and I
God don't like ugly, you should testify
My T-shirt come
Uh, uh, uh, huh
Clipse
(Clipse)
Exclusive shit
(Exclusive shit)
Yeah, who

Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This
My baby's Guns N' Roses. 

Ya She's dancin' with the devil,
in the cold november rain. 
When she's knockin on heavens door, son,
you bet God'll call
and drenched in tears
They laid Him down in Joseph's tomb.
The entrance sealed by heavy stone
Messiah still and all alone

O praise the name of the Lord our God
throwin rose petals at my feet mayn!
They want to spoil me, treatin me like royalty;
what I'm 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang
Work that track,
know you were wearing my

T-Shirt right there
Your hair messed up like a Guns-N-Roses video
Ooh ooh so hot
Still got it up in my head, you were
I am a rocket I am a gun
I am always on the run
I am possessed by a beautiful sickness
Rock n roll is my business

Give me money for life
on my knees 
I thought I heard a chicken sneeze 
Only a rooster sayin' his prayers 
Thankin' his god for the hens upstairs

Here's the preacher you
the hardest s***... 
God Damn now I'm a grown man, I follow no man, 
N**** got my own plan, in my hand... 

Got the .45, I get it live to survive, make
the hardest s***... 
God Damn now I'm a grown man, I follow no man, 
N**** got my own plan, in my hand... 

Got the .45, I get it live to survive, make
two to the head
Knowledge me God, the s*** I'm bout to holler is hard
From start, this little n**** had a hell of a heart

His pops, bangin' that
lickin' shots off 

You b****es is gone I'm dropped in the club 
And I'm tryna run and get my motherf***in' gun 
(N**** what about your wife) 
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