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Fire and Blood: Hell on Earth, Pt. 2/Blood In Brazil [Video/DVD] (Manowar) · Presents Jesus Life for Childrens Under 12 Inches (Kid Loco) · Grand 12 Inches, Vol. 2 (Ben Liebrand) · Big 12 Inches: Groovin' You (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Big 12 Inches: So Excited (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Grand 12 Inches, Vol. 5 (Ben Liebrand) · The Seven Inches (Lifetime) · Twelve Inches [Import] (Frankie Goes to Hollywood) · Seven Inches of Pleasure (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Banggang 12 Inches Compilation (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


body drips blood [3 times]
Hate is hear
I rip an my face in the mirror
Death approaching
Expiration growing hearers
I'm rotting inside
I'm
Choked in the dirt and a voice said "push" 
Lost my way five times in the rain 
Went three miles for the inches that I gained 
Kids threw rocks
in a death rock dance hall
Please be my partner
And eyeballs pop, accellerated blood beat
Veins a-shaking

And all hell breaks loose
Yea, my heart is
from head to toe sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya 
I got the hottest cars I rock the flyest clothes I keep the baddest hoes they
niggaz is waiting in hell for 'im
He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood
Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next man's grudge
What
a death rock dance hall 
Please be my partner 
Eyeballs pop, accellarated blood beat 
Veins a-shaking 

And all hell breaks loose 
Yeah, evil is
from head to toe sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya 
I got the hottest cars I rock the flyest clothes I keep the baddest hoes they
from head to toe sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya 
I got the hottest cars I rock the flyest clothes I keep the baddest hoes they
Eagle, semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly
Beat up and battered,
in your soul

That's damn rock and roll
That's damn rock and roll

It's a rock through a window
It's a ride in the street
It's a rebel revolution
It's
bullshittin', you get hit with hysteria, 
'Cause I'ma bury a big one inside your private area, 
All hell is in your tush, 
When cool G. Rap push pushes inside
that rages from within
Three times thunder, blood runs cold
Got this wound on my soul

Down on Hell's half acre (again)
Walking on fire (again)
We
hysteria,
Cause I'ma bury a big one inside your private area,
All hell is in your tush,
When cool G. Rap push pushes inside this bush,
Anotha homegirl
Three symbols carved in blood
He built a fire at its root 
To protect him from the wolves
The Mad Arab
He would understand
The Mad Arab 
It was in
Bonneville
Counted his friends in burned out spark plugs
And prays that he always will

But he's the last of the blue blood greasers boys
And all of his
filthy blood drain.
Dark astral sigils brand their bruised backs with eyes disembodied,
Enshroud them in black.
Moaning, defeated, mere inches from
down to damage the globe
3 rolls, saw the lamb with blood on his robe
While the beast shove us in stoves
And the government swallow our souls
I'm
ran through 'em

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Shaq]
Somebody wake me up this can't be real
Lookin' in the paper, Shaq's about to make a hundred mil
three cheers to the losing team

From the other school.
A little dedication. A little pair of daddy's shoes to fill.
Complete education. One day he'll
on

It's the P.O.D. on the mic rockin' the set
In case you didn't know Payable On Death
Making suckers drop, kick'n non stop
The hard rock'n thrash, with
And broken bodies in a death rock dance hall
Please be my partner
And eyeballs pop, accelerated blood beat
Veins 'a' shaking

And all Hell breaks loose
And the war had begun
In eternal return and repeat
Calling, where in the hell are the rest of your fellow
One hundred-one lightborne elite?
Stormed in the new
and think 
I lose myself in a cradle of a sadistic hate
I slowly shake
It rings in my blood, and I salivate 
Like a chorus of cats in heat,
For
the
Mud diggin goes
Get a couple tickets to 
The mud boggin show
Mud digger
Get like you 
No, get like me
We don't rock in gangsta clothes
We be
the same
And by 1998 we still had game.

[verse 3]

Only a pawn in the game
Chastised for namin names
What was said and who said it
Anti nothing so forget it