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Doomsday for the Deceiver

Flotsam & Jetsam

Doomsday for the Deceiver

1986

Play heed this take of the prince of darkness,
Whom we're taught to fear from day number one.
The beguiling serpent, king of the underworld,

it, I get paid from this pain called music, I’m consumed by the one I influence, I am not a role model, just Doogie, I write my wrongs, just to give my

death to doubt
Now that I doubt death, I'm blessed by every breath
Dedicated to detail, I will always prevail, huh

Giving and grateful, I will not

Two to a four niggas running up the numbers in the bank yeah I know
We was in the hood see we coming from the trenches motherfucker here I go
Shit is

King Culture 

No weapon shall prosper, unless formed by me and held in front of an imposter/ adversaries, got to eat them like pasta, weather hot

kinfolk to kill the mis-quotes
I show them turntables just to watch them spin 'round
See, we lost on thin ground
Chin down
This crown fell from the kings

quick
Excuse me
Got my makeup on yeah I'm feeling pretty
Bad bitch
Saditty
Do my dance like Diddy
Bitches be hating
But respect when they see
They don't

babe wait
I don't wanna know yet
But tell me tell me tell me
Is it true do i get another dance
On a plant
Maybe im a ghost without a plan
Maybe
I would

Shit

Reading scripture, reminiscing
How I could've been a preacher
Been a sinner, those are facts
Chasing paper, counting stacks
Now we running

heels on
Lookin' too bad, she don't wear panties, but got a thong on
She gon' dance to this mothafucka, somethin' similar to the Thong Song

I'ma break

of my game
Doing what a king does
Lead from the front
Proving that God will benefit us
Through me devour the wack amongst us
Oh you think you hard huh

Virgil we love you to pieces
Jump over hurdles thats higher than me
You know what I mean
Kill any beat how the fuck they still sleeping
By the way the type

living fam?
We masked up cooking crack
By the kitchen fan
Stimmy check getting cleared
We don't give a damn
Copped a zone from a different land
Summer time

Money In my hand making all these woman dance
Break down
Bust it down
Put that work in
Like word around town from Maryland
Outta Baltimore
In the 321

behind on a whole
'nother type a time where we at?
Let's get it, uh

Vision impaired from the shit that
I gritted and bared
Toting them infrared blicks

you shouldn't be running from
You toking wit da king, it's disrespectful not to be rolling up
I can smoke you up, have you keep going up
If you showing

Certainly not the Pac or Hitchcock of anything
I'm just a shark dangling from a fishing string
God forbid manipulated by the Goblin King
Picture perfect

touch my lyrics
I promise that you will be burned, third degree
Tint on the Cartiers, swear I can't see
If rap were a contest, I am the king
The way I

Fallen victim to street sweepers
The fiends and all the creepers and tweakers was by his side
We were all dreamers
Of money mansions and beamers

baby o
And I'll call you papa
If you want to me by lova (lova, lova)
So come at me proppa (proppa, proppa, proppa)

I'm an African king in this

We waltz in meadows where the wild thyme spreads
In your eyes I see galaxies stories untold
In your arms I find the warmth away from the world's cold

to ruin all your day

And so I take my chances
As blood comes pouring from a raging sky
I wash away defenses
As the universe flies by
Life is an open grave

Theater of Salvation

Edguy

Theater of Salvation

1999

want to also before I'll die. 
Heaven can wait! You can't thrill me! 
Heaven can wait, we dance till we die! 
Heaven can wait! Welcome

a one day for 5.25
Bitch we outside and the world it was ours
Where the music made you dance sometimes and that was all it took
Or is it cause I am a bad