Lyrics:
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around
The twelve gates were blown up by Fire
By Fire from Hell, by Fire of Death
Wings of Satan covered the cbyss Of
Cosmic Chaos
There is no Second Death
was the lust for her.
Eventually he left her for another.
Now feeling alone and betrayed by her lover
She cried--for no longer knew which way she
of cabaret.
In memphis, the second big town we came to,
It wasn't art that sort of people came for.
That sort of people came for something else;
And when a man
Fourth of July
He was maybe high, maybe drunk
Like so many in that crowd
He was out among the people
Maybe got a little loud
And though race shouldn't
One night out in L.A
I met a Mexicana
With a butchy girlfriend
Who I thought was a man
They took me to the alley
To have a little chat
People lined
One night out in L.A
I met a Mexicana
With a butchy girlfriend
Who I thought was a man
They took me to the alley
To have a little chat
People
people to spend ya money
Wisely don't be obscured
By some things that depreciated like what like a home to open ya eyes to
What's the f***s that's
the friends
Thinking I'm a grateful person, time won't affect me yet
Every little moment I am living in my life, is going to be amazing!
Every little second I
Only for Americans
The Frenchmen on the boulevards
Don't buy those dirty postal cards
They're only for Americans
The little holes for peeping through
Another morning driver never rode,
A little busy riding on the trains,
Through an alley where the road unload,
A pocket full of gold and fighter
Everybody is apart
Everybody is away from each other
Stuck and stranded, busy and far
Room for error leaving room for scars
Fates to outsmart, but
like Maria
Godzilla killa iller illiotic psychogaloptic runnin' for office
Look at all these little Japan people
that are squashin' with
that's right)
The fuck you talkin' 'bout? (That's right, ayy)
Offing niggas (yeah, hey, yeah)
(Vocal up a little more, hey)
Uh, applying pressure
making rappers blitz
This 10 second part of my verse gave more people spark than your entire shit
There's a reason why I am to goat, hoe can't you hear
things around me
I can’t help but think of home
The busy lives, the happy faces
And the people that I love
From the little girl I call my niece
pot
Tecca Nina gonna be sought after this drop by the people that go toss rappers hip hop
So you thinking you religious?
When you condemn another man
of people for goin' in for a detox
Let your happy-face news readers share a little joke
At the end of the night's transmission
Let's see the world through
scooped up by this roughneck from Cuba?
We do maneuvers like Super Dave, always with a group of babes
Sayin "Mami's out" like Sugar Ray
Cause Cuban Link
as a new born babe
Fascinated and amazed
By the lesser little thing
Seen from that angle there is no conscience of acts
No knowledge of the basic rules
Seen
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
People talk You must’ve known that it would
Get around to my ears Nothing moves Faster than a secret It’s just a matter of time ’Til I hear whispers
van.
All the little kiddies love the dead body man.
I drive through my neighborhood ringin' my bell.
Some people run cause they don't like
cooperating with God
By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior
And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We'll see you next time
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