Lyrics:
and leads what's to be
Running wolf, eagle eyes, blood running cold in my veins
Great Spirit laughs as my enemies run from my reign
To be rising chief I
pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young-ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats
Young Kilo he doing it better
Gettin the bread and he gettin the chedda
Dropping the bodies, I'm down by the lobby
Pull up in the lambo with blood
the fire no fear a gladiator
A navigator who traveled from here to Asia
Touching fans across the land in Japan my man was major
Would help a stranger in
time to hold the line
Time for the devil to meet his demise
Time for two worlds to collide
Fiery darts are flamin
Devil determined to find a way in
Day
command
I hold it in my hand
Til I take my final stand
Dying like a man
Like a true Varangian
There is a house, of timber, in Holmgaard by a lake
I grieve
of someone creeping into the house
Then I saw it was a young artillery man
weary , streaked with blood and durt
Artillery man:
Anyone here ?
Journalist:
Come
Klan killer
Bury him in the Earth beneath
Drown him in gasoline
Light the fire and burn they sheets
Yeah, I'm a survivor, it's not a mystery
(Nah) even
Got no time for fake love I’m off it
Haters all around me I swear to god it’s exhausting
Pray for my demise til I’m laying down in a coffin
And then
praise Him! Alleluia!
Thou rising moon, in praise rejoice,
Ye lights of evening, find a voice!
O praise Him! O praise Him!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
along,
O praise Him! Alleluia!
Thou rising moon, in praise rejoice,
Ye lights of evening, find a voice!
Refrain:
O praise Him! O praise Him!
Alleluia!
the presence
Of the Red Death. He had come as a thief
In the night and one by one droppd the revellers
In the blood-bedewed halls of their revel,
And died each
I'm all in
The way my eye RED me p3 more GREENS
If ebe blood money sef, giimme more please
Huh
Gimmie blood ago suck
3ny3 easy oo see pressure dey my
that twelve don't get behind
You can see it in my eyes, I'm gone put it on the line
It's my first day in Atlanta, linked with Zay and got some fire
Boy
Yall talking murder but when you pull there ain’t no blood bath
You should Not be dirty in (vain ) vein blood take a bath
One man million
I ball no
, woman and child
I drown in the darkness of my own making
Crowned by frost as the king of my dead
Unable to fathom the visions of demise
I was the one
ripes with old age, if you got it
Now wake up you distressed, yeh yeh yeh
Under, under oppressor man affliction
Hell fire can't be quenched with water no
the Nile
Plague, darkness three days long
Hail to fire
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let
from the darkest corner (x4)
(3rd Verse- Violent J, (Shaggy2Dope), [Monoxide Child], {Jamie Maddrox})
{Damien called for many hours, in puddles of blood
You can just tell by the tone
I'm in a dangerous mode
I know it's all in my head
I feel like I'mma implode
Maybe I'm losin' the touch
Maybe I'm
in this world
He went to her spot by the corner started dicking down
Her man showed up unannounced
Heard it all he was trippin' now
The nigga stood by
stay strong
Blood in my hands show my war scars
We got them war scars get money fuck broads
Whole time we smoking on your mans he got sent to Mars
In
straight through them narcs cruising past rivals losing fast
Bro he just sold three for
Few years back breaking packs in highrise flats like check the view
to lose you
Three people in this world I can't lose
And baby you ain't taking the bronze medal
When I'm with you you know I'm acting like a fool
But it's
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