Lyrics:
Standing before the gallows, she cries for mercy
A mob of sick tortured souls all yell and cheer below
There's no escaping this, they've made their
held up to his ear
A wooden cabinet door badly in need of oil for its hinge
The voice following it, closer and louder, accompanied by static not present
eternal pain, a pleasure beyond all
Come my son, into our realm, we'll catch you when you
Fall
For those who stayed satanic and spat on the words
and clear
That tiny world below
Das war die Welt
Those tiny feet on grass
Human souls, our prey
Das war die Welt
Das war die Welt
Signed off by the number
Beloved Son, Our Lord, Jesus Christ
In atonement for our sins and those of the whole world
For the sake of His sorrowful Passion
Have mercy on us
in the comments down below
Your ugly voice sounds like a joke.
cll golden tickets are out of stock
Sometimes they all say "give up son”
Look at us.
hungry, death to these niggas who take from me
I rep for the ghetto and cities, states and countries
White t-shirts and blue dungaries, smokin' on a ton
I've just taken a sacred oath each of those patriots have taken. The oath first sworn by George Washington. But the American story depends not on any one
that sets them far above the rest
But it doesn't matter when everybody thinks that they're the best
So, let's break it down for those in the back
that sets them far above the rest
But it doesn't matter when everybody thinks that they're the best
So, let's break it down for those in the back
hand
And for those who tamper with Creation
His judgement knows no bounds
Son, if you ever take the risk to go to space
Say this little prayer:
rid, rid, rid, rid, rid the river on up to
Little baby
Oh, oh, oh, little baby
I sung to those that had got so grown
So grown
So many of them had gotten
breakfast and Lexapro
Too sad for my appetite, have half a bite I'm ready to go
I never could know leveling those friendly ole chemicals so
Would leave me
that but
I like to take it a step further. I'd like to substitute the word Fuck for
The word Kill in all of those movie cliches we grew up with. "Okay,
portraying? Ima divine portrayer
Once was a man born in a manger
Son of man born of a virgin not a stranger
Lived a perfect life in the midst of danger
Died for
Praise Him all creatures here below
Praise Him above ye heavenly host
Praise Father Son and Holy Ghost
Praise God from whom all blessings flow
Praise Him
Life is but a happy song
And you're a fool if you don't sing along
Spring is over much too soon
For those who hum a different tune
The big parade
lululemon
I’m living my dream surrounded…. by beautiful women….beautiful women
1 to 3 x4
Now for all you dads that got that son
And maybe your thinkin he’ll
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
a grave, and crossing was for the brave
And those caught by the patrollers would probably be enslaved
He saved enough for the passage, was ready to make his
called hell
My heart goes to those I avenge today
I'm calling out for your devil
So they can peril below my trojan ankles
The only victory here is mine
By
been waiting for that talk,
waiting for you to run to me just like the prodigal son
the devil is wicked in his good he'll make you want more
by the time
embraced
By those with the taste
For insight forgotten long ago
Of futures laid to waste
It comes at last from ages past
The madness below beyond all that
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