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He was the king of thousand kings
Mighty master of the seven seas
From far they came to kiss his ring
Servant knights fell down on their knees

He

to hell is either slave or servant
But if he let me out I'll send somebody who deserve it
I can tell he thought twice I told him name your price
Hmmm..

bits
Im talking treacherous
He beyond lecherous
Fuck them bitches
Leave space in em coffins
got half dozen dead homies on the block
Got dozens more dead

ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only

[Verse 1]
Now I don' told this nigga to shut his mouth
I guess he wasn't hearin' me
I'm beyond this peon, he's scared of me
Apparently he don't see

He took the form of a servant became flesh and blood

Got the prize of the poor got dragged through the mud

Let me give you a hook down Jesus was

her cousins
Bottled by the one she wouldn't marry
Who wishes that she loved him
He tried struggling
But seven of them all punching him
He bleeds 'til

Mercyful Fate

Metallica

Garage, Inc.

1998

born on the cemetery
Under the sign of the moon
Raised from my grave by the dead
And I was made a mercenary
In the legions of Hell
Now I'm king of pain,

Made In Japan

Deep Purple

Deepest Purple: The Very Best of Deep Purple [30th Anniversary Edition CD/DVD]

1980

in time, you'll see the line

The line that's drawn between the good and the bad
See the blind man, he's shooting at the world
The bullets flying,

posted by the corner store
Mr. Kodac, store M.V.P
Buying rellos, seven-teen, no I.D
So gone pump ya gas, then cop a CD
And shawty if your fine, you can get

a servant of the savior
Fighting demons
I'm coming out the black hole
Like an Oakland Raider
Hitting like a quake off the radar
Get up on the beat by bear

tweaking when he up his pole 
Steady sending threats he snaked his homie out I heard his ass told
Ima tell it like it is nobody show love when you dead broke

Annihilation of the Wicked

Nile

Annihilation of the Wicked

Guarded by Terrible Serpents.
Who Careth Not for His Own Cult of Worshippers.

Seker.
Ancient and Dead.
Primeval Master of the World Below.
Remaineth

a way on which he could escape when drive bys were being pulled on the dot at 7:48 If you heard a gun shot than it was too late you'll hear the sound

speak up on the boy, bitch, he was a rat
How the fuck he throwing for a M and get right out
Some ass, not these niggas rats
But big 7k, man, you know what

want me suckin' on his body, like yah
Gyal affi dead if she ever piss me
Amd yall know what to do is she ever diss me

He miss me and that

thought she'd never ask
Alright
Uh, you do realize, sir, he has to be
Uh, well, dead, by the term of the
Uh, before he donates his liver
Well, he told

Blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Big Blrrrd
Ayy, I got
Dead aim
I got Celine frames
Blrrrd, blrrrd
(Run it back, Playboi)

I got seven cars

little king he took no shit he was no paigon
Always askin doctor why his head needed a shaven
7 years old they all be growing' oh so fast
Dad was drinking

to London, got a show for seven digits
I'm wonderin' just when did I become my biggest critic?
I wanna be my biggest fan, like how I was when didn't nobody

the city up
As if the sun had the night shift
And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon
(Bitch, I'm back out-)

Yeah
To the left of that

jungle
But he always been independent
Never fronted one sentence call him indented
Collecting fees from all services rendered
Screaming freedom while y'all

a bunch of junk that never took off
Maybe it's for the best
My pops said it best
He said it's blending in with all the rest
Time moves by and my corpse will

some dope and quit
Then you see his bitch-ass two weeks later, now he dead broke on his ass
Now you ain't got no job, bitch-ass nigga

One, get some