Lyrics:
to convince myself that I'm alive
And try to shake the clutches of my slumber
Out these crusty eyes
That Gypsy Blood runs black through all these scarred-up
[Chorus]
Lord have mercy, and pity on ya son
From what I once was to what I have become
Dark past full of evil endeavors
Heart clean never black
All day, all night
You feel, my heat (fire)
Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel
My heat
Black out, come to, hands covered in blood
Motherfuckin' gloves
Swingin' with this here stud you need practice
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress
I'll leave you holdin' your swollen backside and rollin'
of April
Over the waves she rode
Sailing into tomorrow
To a golden age foretold
The night was black with starlight
The seas were sharp and clear
I'm trying to move 1 one brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks raw
(I smoke one ounce staring
And I'm standing over by the bandstand
Every eye gaping on John Finn's wife
Every eye gaping on John Finn's wife
Now John Finn's wife was something
whale in my city free willy (free willy)
Racks gone stack by inches (inches)
Sold alot a bud in the trenches (in the trenches)
Sold alot a bud in
Hammers present, you gettin' wrapped up
Uhh, jump out the Mack truck, black tux
Go 'head and act up
Drink the blood out of the brass cup
Your jewels are
Woke up this morning.
With a pistol in my hand.
It had fired three rounds.
Man. didn't make any sense.
I found myself, quite amazed.
By
upwards in defiance
Three inverted as the trinity denied
A phalanx of mourners in black
Falling towards nightly terror
Unleash the tempted beast
Raised
and premeditate to grab
And then they jet back to the lab
And then remain in Shaolin, an endangered island
Where shorties lose blood by the gallons
Crack
Preacher prays to the skies to seal his demise
His judgement comes today
Lambs run in fear their fate inches near
For the reaper comes this way
The clouds
humor
It's a lot of bitches that they sent home in their Uber
Uh, high-profile niggas in my circle dodgin' rumors
I been tucked away dodgin' blood
Blood in the water
Blood blood in the water
Red all over red in the water
I see blood in the water
Blood blood in the water
Bet I eat
Bet I eat
Bet
Arms)
Yo, yo
Check out the rap kin'pin, the black Jesus
I know a few nigga sniff coke and caught seizures
Peace to half-moon Caesars
And all
held three seasons
Imparadised, whilst we writhed
To psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree
Now freed to plunder
Heaven torn asunder
Ey, ey, ey, 2 pistols, ey, blood money, money
By all means instead of 2 beat, call me
Young triple beam, got fish scale, got oil base
Lawyer paid
Arms)
Yo, yo
Check out the rap kin'pin, the black Jesus
I know a few nigga sniff coke and caught seizures
Peace to half-moon Caesars
And all
her black curls
As I bellowed in the orchestra of freaks
I thought I saw her walking down by the seashore
She was walking with a three legged man
get my grind on
I gotta ride on crome
I stress to ya we got twenty inches on everything we own
Ca$h Money off the hezzay
Besides be
a nigga more for me bitch
but today I'm with Three 6 and I'm showin love
where these Tennessee hoe suck dick till they see blood
wearin my black
Three sons have I
and they ride by my side
The fierce, the black
and the wicked are their names
We ride down my enemies
on their half hearted flight
of Atlante an spires.
The sky is black with chaos-fiends,
Spell craft rides with witch-storm's wings,
Beneath the vaults of time-lost tombs,
Sorcerers
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