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The circle of bones has been sealed, Prepared for these most ancient rites. Three virgin cunts arrested by chains, Gut them like pigs, Let their
bitchin It's 3 in the mornin take your old ass to sleep The third time she's called the police this week Lookin' at my Franck Muller, it's about that
That's what my customers call it Grabbed two houses they jumped to like sixty eight by they self Straight out the pot to the bag, they both weigh seventy
bitchin' It's 3 in the mornin take your old ass to sleep The third time she's called the police this week Lookin' at my Franck Muller, it's about that
Kill me down by the shore I can feel it she is not here anymore Hear my call it's born by the breeze Tell me to where do I go? I would beg,
bitch Keep coming by I done fucked your bitch a hundred times What the fuck your bitch got on her mind? My fucking dick I call her dickhead Spicy
the torch on the porch, She winked an eye Reason it is written on the brambles Stranded on the spikes my blood red, oh listen: Remember those times I
held the torch on the porch, She winked an eye Reason it is written on the brambles Stranded on the spikes - my blood red, oh listen: Remember
Dear Drew, You blew our flame away It passed by so fast I'm writing this song Despite knowing how it will end. I write blood covered words With
advance Blood of Bannockburn Point of no return Join the Scottish revolution Freedom must be won by blood Now we call for revolution Play the pipes
Whats the procedures nigga, when you got a hammer in your mouth When you laid down and cry, when you stand up and die Like the man that I am, fireeee!
Yea! Hypnotize Minds, Jesus Three 6 Mafia, Lyfe Jennings, goin' down Life is beautiful man But niggas don't respect niggas, you know what i'm sayin?
shrimp on my plate, look like dolphins [dolphins] Pushin cookies in the soft ones I can do better, by myself, not bad Girl ate the whole thing if she call
but I'm on fire (I'm tha King) 24 inches on my rims and tires I'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer (I'm tha King) Sucker MC's outta call me
songs ok, but I'm on fire 24 inches on my rims and tires I'm the king of the south, there is none flyer Sucker MC's outta call me sire, you was on top
he'll marry the boss' daughter A skinny-lipped virgin with blood like water Who'll give him a peck And call it a kiss And look in his eyes through
delegates and panelists all representin they nationalism And the battle inches on, every section separated By eth-nic features decorated veterans deliverin
recognize 'Cause you had blood on your face And I had blood in my eyes But I could swear by your expression That the pain down in your soul Was the same
It's forty long years I have traveled All by the contents of me pack Me hammers, me awls and me pinchers I carry them all on me back Oh, my wife
intravenous It’s war and we fighting for inches and millimetres Try to stall the progress by killing off all the leaders If we don’t give them martyrs no
at you You had a way so familiar But I could not recognize 'Cause you had blood on your face And I had blood in my eyes But I could swear by your
and think I lose myself in a cradle of a sadistic hate I slowly shake It rings in my blood, and I salivate Like a chorus of cats in heat, For
by my side I'm telling you one more time It's never to late to begin forever Yeah, like a telephone line with nobody left to call Like I'm living
would, die for, you) I remember February 27 1994 Trying to make it to the hospital through three inches of snow Somethings going wrong I can tell but I
would, die for, you) I remember feburary 27 1994 Tryin to make it to the hospital through 3 inches of snow Somethings goin wrong i can tell but i