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Beelz

Stephen Lynch

The Craig Machine

angel fallen from on high
I go by many names, but there is one you can't deny

My name is Satan!

Hi everybody! Let me tell you a little bit about

Where Were All of You

Poor Old Lu

Seltzer

1996

line and very effected vocals. In 1998, a special re-mix was made for the album 'Chrono'.

Although "finger-pointing" lyrics were usually avoided, this

Symphony
now girls are fly to be private nymphs for me 
lingere neglege and all that
they wanna get on the Maestro love mat
well I'm single and I won't

scars 
Everyday's a new battle 
The album is when i'll go to war
Trust me 
You don't need no trust 
Funds got me till I'm basically 80 
My accounts allows

Kings they find them and hide them in the asylum in the catacomb modern day of Rome
Daughter of sodom when I turn in this album they want to try on my

stories how i'm living my life
I'm like pac nas and jay and that kid from bed stuy
My mind is playing tricks on me
I'm scarface so i drop the album for my

exercise
Start working on the way I reply
To commentary at the very least
Keep you in line
Not everyone's gonna love me I get it
If anything gotta keep

I don't love her
But I think I miss her
Big engine got 12 pistons
I do the devils work
All in my Christians
I never say word
Down to the sentence
I

make profit
Off of shitty flows, jacked lines, get behind
You fuckers gone pay, I promise
Your music is making me nauseous
Got another album inside of my

the people I love most neglect me
I pray to god every night that those people never forget me
Fuck my regret no longer letting that upset me
I wear a cross

other albums, plus
The merch, plus the shows
I ain't even tryna flex
Dog, just get the arena set
That way when I come to do my service
It's a set
Me up

the fridge
And steak in the oven
But could never explain the
Cocaine in the cupboards
And while you was raised by your cousins
You see, I pray for my brother
I

grown hate
I don’t need your co-signs now
I bought my own space
By years of overturnin every stone face
Army of one and I got the right troops
I done ran

Do not leave your bitch unattended 
Unattended bitches will be impounded

In the kitchen and it's Taysty 

Her ass shakin’ crazy on the booty pole 
I

lemonade yea I still been in the mix 
People switchin up the vibes in here like we ain't never did
Seeing days up on the calendar fly by like it's the wind

muh'fuckin a (okay)
They can't keep him away, he's too resourceful
Gettin that guap with the glock by my torso
The young terror from the crack era
I turn

A Better Me

Poor Old Lu

A Picture of the Eighth Wonder

This song is definitely one of the 'filler' tracks on the album. Never played in concert (that I can remember) and hardly ever mentioned by anyone.