Lyrics:
Ever since I was a little motherfucka wantin' to hang
I can see 'em in my head, pow
Memories of my nigga but he dead now
Lookin' back in my year
the monitor, my body’s the remote Do I leave this chair, nope, don’t own a pair of shoes or coat I go through thousands of friends, they all live in my headset
your hand
Try to dig me up to find there is nothing in the ground
Kneel by my stone, cry for my life
You don't think you'll live for a thousand years
Living dead is what I've become, only nothingness inside of me
I walk in these scorched lands, accompanied by inner demons
No light in my last path, only
helpless
The slow trickling sands of time
Forsaken
For you, my daughter, I cry
I'm bound in silence
And wait here since two thousand years
For my
King Henry marched forth, a sword in his hand
Two thousand horsemen all at his command
In a fortnight the rivers ran
Red through the land
The year
to judge us...
My name worth a 1,000 year reign
Flip the Haurricane, Drinks flooded, Concussion
Left the wraith marked
Back on my third plague, back on my
...Only Satan left to judge us...
My name worth a 1,000 year reign
Flip the Haurricane, Drinks flooded, Concussion
Left the wraith marked
Back on my third
How come after thousands of
Years of experiment
Our new nation has come so far, so fast?
All this in less than two hundred years
What is the secret
years to life in Bedford Hills
Cause Sheila Ryan shot Bob Bissett dead.
Three men jumped Sheila Ryan on the street.
All were armed one raped her in a van.
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
I love to smoke, I smoke seven thousand packs a day, okay?
And I am never fucking quitting I don't care how many laws they make
What's the law now?
gateway
In thousands of years ram through the final frontier
The Lyre greets us there
Our ship at drift into the void
Through nothingness deployed
With
20 plus years of selling Johnson & Johnson
I started out as a baby face monster
No wonder there's diaper rash on my conscience
My teething ring
instead!
A thousand years of torture and hunger
Drove the people away from their land
A land full of beauty and wonder
Was raped by the British
they refuse
To worship our idols and gods
My name is Hannah, my first born son
Now stands before this king
Guilty of keeping the Sabbath laws
By
alive
But I only like dead rappers
Compare me to the best rappers who died
And you rappers I used to look up to
I gotta cancel you now
Like Simon
To kill himself by overdosing and lived
He had the mind of a two-year old and drooled creamed corn
On his Thomas the tank engine sweater
million years floating in the void
Three hundred million years just being annoyed
Three hundred million years is a very long time alone
Everyone is dead
on a date
We can hang out by the lake
Don't be late
Mummy won't you come and hold me
A thousand years we've both been lonely
Wrap me up inside your cold dead
be f***in with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks into house arrest for that
Fuck around, might do a drive-by in a fucking foreign
Feel like a mormon 1000 wives, I might've died a 1000 times (might as well)
Make your shit
the haze, on my way
So much will stay unsaid, mute till we are dead
So much stays undone, forgotten when we are gone
I'll wait one thousand years, cry
in , here drink this
Artillery man:
Thank you
Journalist:
What's happened ?
Artillery man:
They wiped out.
Hundreds dead - maybe thousands
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