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left on the
There's no more meat left on the
I want
To wear my new warriors war paint
I want
To take my lead ship out on the waves
I want
To find a soul

Instincts be so primal
War paint like I'm tribal
Load them rifles
We spread the virus
We always spread the virus
We spread the virus
We always spread

An eye for an eye
Can still see the spite all too clearly
Count a couple Stans
So I wrote this sincerely
Don't mistake it with makeup
Wore more war paint

a blessing, I proclaim
Go to battle with nothing but war paint
And the team that I was gifted with
We a fasho thang
Check the ranks, any day we gon' blow

take before you laid out flat
Stab my rusty knife inside
Put my hand in the gash
Smear your blood on my face
War paint dripping off my mask
Your family

We crossed paths in the Walmart of my subconscious
Your war paint was a dark shade I hardly recollect
An ultraviolet Ultra-violence, green and black

I wrote it just for you
Well truth is yeah your bullshit hurt but pain is shaping all of us
And now I wear it like war paint 'till it's gone

Well

struggling to float
Oh and if I was in your shoes
I wouldn't play the saint
When the world can see my war paint

Because your heart ain't real
If it was you

laid back but don't fall for the bait
I got gunners who don't where the war paint 
In the cut you would never see em coming
Left flag down to ride for

the beginning of you

Somewhere in the dark is an Indian
Full head dress, tomahawk, war paint, red and blue
He lets out a cry, charges into nothing but

what you do he'll beat you 
War paint on your chest cannot save you 
He's not impressed he'll rape you 

Don't wanna die, but I don't think I'd mind

a reckless runt, red guns vs. red war paint
And everything is shifting now, last call for your last breath
Yeah, when the hell did we decide to micromanage

Burning Bridges [Slaughterhouse Version]

The Mission UK

The First Chapter [Bonus Tracks]

1987

Snow blind, dog tired
Snow blind, and barb wired
Last chance in the jungle trance
And the fast step of the monkey dance craze
War paint, misty

this shit
Jonnie angel talking what's up (yeah)
Buck buck buck buck buck something
Shiprock two thousand seven
Our war paint and shine (check it check

felt so alive
Till I lived in a graveyard with death on my side, yeah
Baby came out of the womb with war paint on
It was ready to fight, alright
I heard

I'm the girl with a thorn in her side
Ten tons of war paint and a stone in her shoe
I know you got everybody on your side
But you should fear me,

Switchin up like colors of a tiger
Wit me you get hyper
Leave me. Turn around with a sniper
Pew
Shoot me down. Comes back now
Blood on your face. War paint

to shake from caffeine intake
Nights spent awake leave prints beneath our eyes
Like purple war paint for all to see
Clutching to dreams with calloused hands

you all act like you know me
But you don't know shit involving me

Only ones around me, my family
So tell me now
When you see my war paint hunting
All

smearing the shit of insults across my face like war paint. Let's empty our pockets and assess our worth; I've got 3 lighters, friends in high places who

war paint
i'm two-faced: half groomsman, half bridesmaid

War paint on your face is telling stories of a laughing gun
Infiltrate the system so my daughter gets to have her fun
Let's pretend this place is ours

no, Apache, war paint on, actin Tonto
In the warzone, no mans land in the foxhole
Surrounded by the snipers, and the sheep straight Stockholm'd
You

black ski masked up
Our faith the evidence of things not seen
Darkness can't keep up with me
I'm a Faith Soldier black war paint me
Naw bae I aint