Lyrics:
Without understanding this you have asked the saints to leave who are in need of shade.
Majesty! How far this is true?
My ego is shattered, and I am
praised
With angels and saints we sing worthy are You Lord
You will be praised You will be praised
With angels and saints we sing worthy are You Lord
the mountain,
Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain.
Bring me flesh and bring me wine, bring me pinelogs hither
Thou and I will see him
a saint
My lil bitch a star
Fendi and Dior
Ass on her retarded
no trips to the D R
Bitch don't play no roles with me
Suggest you play it smart
Pin her
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons,
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons,
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons,
the gang you niggas be lame
My name shun1k but i go by Elite
Im smokin exotic it run through my body
Im smokin this shit finna fall out the seat
Keep
confession, son
We’re converting anyone
You wanna move? So join the trip!
Be blessed by the pit
There’s no turning back
Commitment in black
Communion with beer
the heavens fall
Masses gonna see
How they're owned by the beast
And that won't include me!
Saint Michael won't you choose me?
Saint Michael won't you set me
searching for food
People searching for clues, from ghouls searching for fuel
Don't be fooled by their tactics, you're actually getting screwed
The masses are
to chase me (Ha-ha)
What are you, pit, rott, mixed?
Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then, let's lip-lock
If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby little
the blackout
It's the truth, we don't stand by
We don't care for you rappers
All you do is spreading lies
We don't approve, we keep making vibes
Bitch I'ma shoot
pocket buddy
You've got a hole in your jeans
What makes you think they'll take you back to old Saint Paul?
What makes you think they'll take you back
need is your own health
Deceived
Deceived by wealth
Go your own way
Don't listen to what someone yells
You can do whatever you want
As long as you are
faith you’re a disgrace;
And, then, he tops it off by saying…
…At the congregation, you’ll not show your face!
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Oh my god…
(1 beat pause)
gonna flood you Big River
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die
I met her accidentally in Saint Paul (Minnesota)
And it tore me up every time I
and realized it's not nature to mother
Generic like no other
Man fuck big brother
The Kottonmouth King Klick
Are you blind or somethin'?
Are you blind
shillings
Sip a few chickens, lick a few kittens, just kiddin'
A fresh bowl of milk is in the fridge and
Can you pop the tags on the honeycombs
Or are you
out to face them, one by one.
I went out to face them. One by one.
I said "Goodbye, Mary-anne!"
As you turn to watch me.
"Don't cry, Mary-anne.
saint, wait till I switch
Glitch in the pain
Raise that bridge, cos, ay
Mama ain't raise no bitch
I can't fuck with the drama, no
Who are you callin
Jesus was a wise man
And everyone's a Saint
Are you ready to cross over, are you ready?
You can read the good and bad book
And bring the bad book home
nigga's
(You are the same nigga though)
Same nigga that couldn't get the deal
Now I'm the hottest nigga wit a deal
(You ain't changed
a moist earth, kissed by rain, the flowers reach for the sun
Be alive Sinners and Saints
Make haste, for our time is thin
What extraordinary lovers we are
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