Lyrics:
need a bass drum to hit me like some thunder from the 603 to the Aussies down under
After this song I want you to be in pain
Like you just got shot by
rappin', put the tape on pause
And listen to the incredible shit that I kick my man
Give me five on the backhand then stick
Your finger in a hole and chop
down for the funk of it
Like Fred Sanford in the biz
Yo one held his paraphenalia, a Wu memorabilia
Mailed by the fortune teller, tried to tell ya
We come to hit you with a sock full of funk
Under your eye, next to your nose, punk
It's funky like skunk blunts, stunk like funk cunt
I come
Swaying with the night, night, goodnight
Dreams under pillows hidden in plain sight
Yo, mellow out, mellow out, can we feel the breeze
As we walk with
I lie awake, staring out at the bleakness of Megadon. City and sky become one, merging|into a single plane, a vast sea of unbroken grey. The Twin
boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.
Over
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
called Brian
This man called Brian
Three camels are silhouetted against the bright stars of the
moonless sky, moving slowly along the horizon. A star
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
"Possibly a lot of rain this afternoon, with thunderstorms
Highs in the mid-eighties and lows about seventy-five degrees
It's 11:30 AM on WFDS
in the arms of any other person
though I will try.
Again I'll deny
the blanketing sky,
the thing I just realized
for probably the millionth time,
that
a shoulder
Don't I?
Get to live and reap what I sow before we all die
It's five fingers of death I'm holding my breath just to close the line
Next chapter
off the hidden vine
Sand hills like sandstone of a stone mason from a distant land
Ema pop and ahki out top riding down out by the Kingstree
Cried
by krasnyj mne by.
mir, pohozhij na kaleku,
chernym krugom zhe tsvetnomu cheloveku.
Mel staschila v pyatom klasse,
Zhalko, im vsyu zhizn' ne
walk
Never fetchin' for crime, halt, who goes there?
Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin' Smokey the Bear
Shinin' black like Darth Vader
If hidden sin inside my body Lord come and reveal it so we can deal with it lets get is
It's a process
Oil dripping oil dripping oil dripping
That's
Forewarned y'all
Is it any wonder
What kind of ground you goin' under
A September ender
To march madness remember?
You never heard a murder
Take for
Forewarned why'all
Is it any wonder
What kind of ground you goin' under
A September ender
To march madness remember?
You never heard a murder
Take for
ABOUT ANGELS AND DEMONS
Chaos spread by the streets
Acid rain corrode the brains
Figures hidden in the shadows
Shudder under the feet
your body and feel no pain
Couple pages still hidden by the CIA
Wasn't this about how much I get paid
Excuse me I was harmonizing my ways
And tryna put
gets me goin' now
Never sell, never sold
Live by the code now
Never tell, never told
Darts I throw
Like Clyde with the finger roll
walk
Never fetchin' for crime, halt, who goes there?
Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin' Smokey the Bear
Shinin' black like Darth Vader
scurries and skirrs through benighted skies bejewelled by adamantine stars, somewhere over deep seas . Prying open my opaline eyes, EYE and I behold
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