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the haters
Got no respect for the fakers
The world opressing the makers
Everyone vexing the changers
I'm saying bye to the bullshit
I told the hate see you

deserve to be out with his boo thang on them beaches
Man that'd be the sweetest, vaca's out in Sweden
Raising toasts for every drop of blood that he be

only thing they dodging is chargers
I was poppin regardless
And they say when you led by that paper
A n**** get defined as an artist

Off the market we

children we're at play in the garden of the king inside you
When lovers' blood transfused with wine
So subtle was the smudge of time
Whose fermentations

me strife
So I, can try
To grow by your side
Blood stained forgiveness on my shoulders, there's no other hands could ever hold us
Washed by the father

know 
We know 
I was walking down the street and kicked a shell casing 
Thank you for talents rapper
It was well wasted 

Cus they don't never love you

[Verse 1]
Thank God, Honey.
I've been praying for a little fortune of my own.
I see believers picking through the pieces of the rubble
They were

Free like a bird who has flown from the fowler's snare

Thank you Lord for the blood

Though I deserved to die but survived it some way I don't know how

will make em run!
Get up outta your seats
It's time we make them see
All the people want free
Tell me how do you bleed?
Blood stained banner with

I’m always staying fly
So you know I gotta
Kill the beat for a sec
Blood everywhere, think I’m leaving a mess
And I think I’m the best, I be in

a roadie?
Did you work for Van Halen?
Im Raving,
Your Shaven
It couldnt be better
And thanks for reminding me
I must post that letter
(Letter) letter (letter)

the ruler 
For the pass 10 years I’ve been the top shooter 
Came back from the dungeon by the sewer 
Rumour why didn’t you come back sooner 
Junior still

ungrateful?
How can I wake up every morning and not say thank you
How can I question god in my music knowing damn well that everything I have he blessed me

me
Livefromthecity came to seek the light
I was saved by the blood thank Jesus Bhrist
I remember when I used to run the streets at night
Smokin' weed

Prevent This Tragedy

Alkaline Trio

Crimson

2005

take our daily breath and thank our unlucky scars
Tried to get by on bread and water
Craving blood poured from the alter now
Not much left to do but

Deadhead

Crass

Christ the Album

1982

up so you don't make it
All arranged so you can't have it
All enclosed so you won't take it
Set in little pockets of isolation
Separated by

Thank the Lord for the
Wise words who receivin'
Don't eva go against the code
It's the Black Moses in Da Vinci clothes
When my sandals touch the
Sand

your life

The cry of the elders has revealed your treason
Dungeons bathed of blood waiting for you
Your offense release execrable pleasures
The hatred

to the scene, best dressed, bad bitch with me

Pockets real stuffed, shit look like rotisserie
Call you by your real name, soon we got history
Pain in these

Johnny Cash

Yelawolf

Love Story

2015

Fuck it what do I care? I'm my personal shrink
Throw my heart down on the ground, stomp it, use the blood for the ink
I'm used to purple and pink

on the ground, stomp it, use the blood for the ink
I'm used to purple and pink bruises so thanks for the tools
That's just a brick from the mansion
Another stitch

to feed me pig ass, you call it a chitterlings
Yellow 5 and the sugar to poison the children
Diabetes blood pressure they steroid the chicken
Murder,

handle my Queen
With every ounce of blood I shall bleed for the cause
Your messengers all welcome to speak to me Lord
Sincerely hope every word that you

blood in the streets make you hate red
Niggaz go up north come  home gotta take meds
Cancer in they body from the food that state fed.
I don't give a fuck