Lyrics:
the body's guest,
Upon your impish arrant
Let none be guiled by false confession
Truth shall be your warrant
Fly soul for your body must die
But for those who
that could
Leave me dead
But Instead
Your high
(Your high)
Society must die
(Must die)
In spite of me and My kind
Yea! your high
(Your high)
Society
the be-O-N-E see-Town to the D-Town Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound Smokin trees by the P's-ound Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas
kin kin somo Baun
Talo fun yin lade the feyin the wo crown
Maga must pay by force or we die here
Gbenu soun brother no dey lie here
Say you get car
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Yeah, I live inside my enemies' head rent free
I ain't never met you, but you met me
It must be the Hennessy, it must be the weed
Bunch of fuckin'
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
Like my good hand
Tattooed E-V-I-L all across his brother's fist
fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
Like my good hand
Tattooed E-V-I-L all across his brother's fist
infrared's on ya head
And they ride wit' you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Annachie Gordon I beg for my bread
And before I marry Sultan his gold to my head
With gold to my head and straight down to my knees
And I'll die if I
Annachie Gordon I beg for my bread
And before I marry Sultan his gold to my head
With gold to my head and straight down to my knees
And I'll die if I
church boy
E dey work o
I say e dey work o Gid on the beat
Keep saying it don't stop talking it
A closed mouth is a closed up destiny
Quiet christians die
Too many nigga buried
Dead and gone keep your head up a search for better days
I cannot live hoping to die
Suicidal in the dark don't cut the lights
the cops cry
Listen ma man It's the E.M.I.N. B.O.Y
Bitches gettin jeallous and wanna see me die
I'm stressed the hear ur easy rhymes
Because of ur shitty
your boy all into
I must be mental, I must by psycho
Crazy deranged and my brains with a rifle
That's the price we pay to have life today
Will I have it
Hail Satan
Hail Lilith
Hail Samael
Hail Tiamat Leviathan
We are our mothers children
Enslaved by stars above
We are the whores children
And we must
to die.” Which she did the next day. They were crowded, packed in. There must have been five hundred people in that little hospital and there were five
change hom die bloed gan spat
Die bloed gan tap, die bloed gan spuit
Die bloed gaan piss by sy fokken bek uit
Hosh hosh hosh hosh
Kap hulle koppe af,
repeatly/ verdwaal soes E.T./ kapsaal dié stiek hie/ gelos kaal in P.T./
Broekie/ soek die/ tsoef hie/ moetie/ oppie hoek hie/ loepie/ want boetie/ jy boet
reach for the sky
At this point it's do or die
Think new or nigh
If only you knew you'll lose nice try
"Do or do not, there is no try"
You and I must
reach for the sky
At this point it's do or die
Think new or nigh
If only you knew you'll lose nice try
"Do or do not, there is no try"
You and I must
we’re out of love
Two years have gone by
We’re still the same guy (Miah)
To change, God knows I’ve tried
Can’t take it I must die
In my head oh yeah
In
splitting tickets on the TTC
You know I stay with S-L-I-M-E's
My whole city beefin', mad cow disease
Play with us, you must wanna D-I-E
Lately, all these
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