Lyrics:
to free them.
Blackened are the Priests,
Of evil,drinking from their chalaces of blood,redeem them,
Blackened are the Priests.
Amist the holy cries
to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin' in my way
There's a wealthy Hindu priest
Who's a wolf, to say the least
When
to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin' in my way
There's a wealthy Hindu priest
Who's a wolf, to say the least
When
to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin' in my way
There's a wealthy Hindu priest
Who's a wolf, to say the least
When
to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin' in my way
There's a wealthy Hindu priest
Who's a wolf, to say the least
When
to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin' in my way
There's a wealthy Hindu priest
Who's a wolf, to say the least
When
Don't waste you time
Heartache what me fear spread it everywhere
Woman me honor you dolly me know come ya fe jeer
Pat says she loves me and me
races
Chicer makes, but not to worry
Always a word for the nuns and priests
Here, shake the hand that shook the hand
Of the holy woman from the east
to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin' in my way
There's a wealthy Hindu priest
Who's a wolf, to say the least
When
Don't waste you time
Heartache what me fear spread it everywhere
Woman me honor you dolly me know come ya fe jeer
Pat says she loves me and me
into and thought
What constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit then they drop it
The homie in a suit pat her on the butt, then rock it
It
to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin' in my way
There's a wealthy Hindu priest
Who's a wolf, to say the least
When
to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin' in my way
There's a wealthy Hindu priest
Who's a wolf, to say the least
When
I've been cursed since the day I was born quite literally
My momma offended a high-chief voodoo priest
Well I don't know how and I don't know why
Some were born to cruise yeah yeah yeah
Now I know that you're good for nothing
You got the pose down pat but you're full of air
Now I know what's
yo
Fearsome shit, check it out
Yo, yo
It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder
Said stay strong 'cause his life is now over
I flash back
to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin' in my way
There's a wealthy Hindu priest
Who's a wolf, to say the least
When
I do this for the love, it's pro bono
Pat and Navy, can't do this alone, but this a solo
Big brodie like how Appa is to Momo
My Jamaican mans
You took the milly rock to another level
And Do the works of the devil
I avoid that i don't take that
When I see that I go PAT PAT (PAT!)
They be
of the hill
The sun may shine or the rain fall in, nothing ever happens in Aberdeen – alright
Out in the field where her body was found, Richard The Priest dug
Hey
I don’t wanna hear no talking from a kid no Angelo
Ima make em just strike out like Pat Malone
You can see me shine all my teeth now solid gold
I don’t wanna hear no talking from a bitch no Angelo
Ima make a bitch strike out like Pat Malone
You can see me shine all my teeth now solid gold
All
to discover it
Let's call her her Kim, psuedonym, wont reveal her government
In a church she fucked a priest…
What?
In the precinct she fucked police…
Say word?
coming back
All he does is drink all day
Smoke his bong and scream
The blood of Christ and holy water
Only burns his spleen
Father Pat wants ten grand
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