Lyrics:
clay shoes
Playing 1-4-5 chords like good news
And cursed with skin that calls for blood
They put their face and feet in mud
But oh they
cause God's the one who's punching clocks
Y'all just put the time in
Verse 2 - Stylus
These ghastly folks in-trapped by the ghost who roll for Satan
fires, storms give resolution
No more need for the old Constitution
A filibuster away from democracy’s demise
Power for Whites is the important prize
to my mans
Ima make these plans
To attract these fans
Niggas catch hands
When they fuck w my bands
Have em stuck in the cans
RA on the beat
And wrote this
my baby ok/ ha verby ry nie, stop!/ kla by my sy kry nie tot/ ha bydie hysie, fok!
Chorus 1
Lets all go in/ its not too expensive/ we can bargain with
and barge and his blood went on fire
He began to curse and swear, tear his hair in despair
And to finish the affair, called the shop man a liar
The shop
child
Ephesians 3:16 is proof God's strengthening your inner man by your faith in Jesus
Its all in the cost He paid His blood is the path through
bucks enough
To trouble and have your blood pressure bubble up
Man the fuck is up
You don't like your life level up
Get a job get a shot or shoot yourself
highs and there will be lows
Retaliation is a must so let's go
The smoke and the fire in the darkness they'll blow
Smoking exotic, my girl is erotic
the stands boy
I'm all red I'm on fire like an ant pile
They put the clamp down if I put the stamp down
You get the stampede, I make blood bleed
You suck dick,
to bargain with
Witness protection, the smell of dry blood
I'm laughin' in the courtroom
Your body's in the mud now
Bitch, stomp, stomp 'til his neck break
- Boots don’t grip in the slop and mire, poison gas setting lungs on fire
Flesh being torn by barbed wire wall, watch helplessly as your buddies fall
and decay
The man you knew yesterday hooking for
Ten rounds or drinking for
Three days and three nights by
The Sawtooth mountains now
Just something under
head in the clouds
Clouds in my head
Got my head in the clouds
Walking on a cloud
Hey
How could you let this opportunity pass you by, pass you by, oh
Turnin' blue in the face,by holdin' his breath
With the white cloud bullshit stuck in his chest
But then he tried to stop,but it never worked
The air smells like hell, fire smoke and blood. Demons crawl from the underworld bout to fuck shit up
Man severs his own head with an saw then dance
Yeah I pray this fire never dies
Been starin' at the sun when we look in each other's eyes
Am I jumpin' the gun? Am I jumpin' to my demise?
How could I?
you're fucking with the baddest
I'll put you in stall, then in the trash, like rot onion shit
In fact, I'm building fire walls so you can't come back on my
grill with the fire starter (fire starter)
Hit your wife with the sawed off in the shower, power-drive ya daughter
I'm all about the fundamentals, like
Oh a man come by on a sorrel hoss said
He never had a chance
Said they shot him down in Tombstone town and him with empty hands
They shot him once
keep on, no man left behind.
Boys and girls bear blood of the samurai
And the pride of their lives gone by.
In the dead of the night, the blossoms fill
of automatic fire
From brixton to Belfast riots rage and fires burn.
The royal wedding of Pronce Charles is celebrated.
In America the skies roar as Columbia
the blood is pouring
I'm three from hell, E-V-I-L, Set fire to the wishing well
Cloud fly to ATL, hope the industry would treat me well
But my career will
[talking]
Excuse me for not introducing myself correctly
I am the Man on Fire, A.K.A. the Mix Tape Messiah
A.K.A. the Chamilli-nator ha-ha, Smallz
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