Lyrics:
(THEM): The time hascome that we must protect our souls and the future of our kind by annihilating the infidels; it is our duty to the creator to cleanse
or hear me never,
Glue your little eyes to the diagram,
See the plywood, the nails, the glue? You work every inch,
Your domain and you must treat it
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
wanting more
I have a song I would love to sing
I can sing it for you now
But the boys and I need some time to set things up
Why don't you have a look
a great night
Remember me and you making out by the bar
Kissing on ya neck get a little bit o' bite
Girl you are liter'lly the type
To wanna have sex in
such a good time
I'm having a ball
(Don't stop me now)
If you wanna have a good time just give me a call
(Don't stop me now)
'Cause I'm having a good
You don't know me just 'cause you met me
Racial profiles, man had plenty
You had WAP, that's an aroma you must have
'Cause I kicked it with Aaliyah
all that good stuff it'll be allright won't it?
Hey, by the time you've got this lot in your hands, by the way, we shall have been in the studio working
The Jews were teaching the Tenakh
Before Christ was alive
Take His outstretched hand
Hunger for the Bread of Life
Soon you'll understand
God is always in
spent a long time on memory lane
But don't mistake my growth
For a change
Time goes by
I let the song cry
Smokin just to get me high
I been feeling crazy
And if you say that's my face I must disagree"
The meaning of these things I saw:
The mirror is the holy eyes of God
The truth unveiled before me
have a goliath beat
Since I swiped the kinder surprise egg clean
From that giant's miserable sky palace
You might like to call it a hijacking
Time is
And we have to work twice as hard for a nice pat on the back
And as we climb the ladder, aspiring for the top
More often than not we’re stymied by
must I flip coins just to get head?
What’s your point? If you’re not a dime don’t even waste my time cuz
I’m a God when it comes to sex don’t believe
though
Right by there is my Y and the corner store
Diamond girls guarantee you see all the hoes
I was raised where the thugs lay
Where the little
Throw the old woman out!
Company:
God that’s good that is de have you
Licious ever tasted smell such
Oh my god what perfect more that’s
Pies such flavor!
of unknown Temptation
Must have been the king of the dead from what I could tell
What if Rothschild decided not to kill half the planet
With his New World
ain't got it-got it-got it
Who God is to you-you-you (yes, sir)
We have no pressure
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
That's the journey goin' forward
a few more times. I mean, I must take you the whole journey.
You flick the next dial
cnd what you see when you look into someone else's eyes.
It is you
My loving wife, my bosom friend,
The object of my love,
The time's been sweet l've spent with you,
My sweet and harmless dove,
My little children near
Cartel. We got all the guns that you need to feel secure, provided by the Weapons industry. Kid Rock heaven. All you have to do is stay in your place and do
could tell by your grammer
And Imma slide in a Beamer but you wanna ride a Phantom
Sometimes I be thinking you be more than I can handle
Come n' fuck with
wanna be served by a millionaire (Skraight up)
Still would get you hit if I was a billionaire (On God)
Pull up to the Gucci store to chill in there (On
noise!
I got no money 'cos it's all spent!
Paying my bills up by forty percent!
Politicians tell me I must work more,
But the lazy oafs just want pictures
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