Lyrics:
or underground
Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp
The seven bloody Gates of Hell
Is where you'll live your last
Warriors from Hell's Domain
Lord God
I come to you a sinner
And I humbly repent for my sins
I believe that Jesus is Lord
I believe that you raised him from the dead
I will
And the bridge of death was crossed
In quest of Dionysus
To find out what they had lost
I bring love to give you solace
In the darkness of the night
In
never that, you say you comin' back?
Bring it on, forever strapped
Introduce you to the pleasure and the pain, you can go so far
Just sell me your
can tell by the clothes you wear
And the size of the diamond on your ring
As long as there's cash around
There's always hope
But once you see what your
it's Weezy and Con, catch us on the incline
Up, up in thin air, so high, sometimes my throne feel like a wheelchair
I'm half dead as it is, flag red
blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to blame?
There's a lot of dead, how the hell you take the pain?
Live with
blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to blame?
There's a lot of dead, how the hell you take the pain?
Live with
it tight, a'ight (you're all)
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live (I need)
In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids (to get by)
Word life you
my flag
I drop my sample up, and I drop your ass
Pull out and smash, just a youngsta bout his cash
I'm the first and I'm the last, I-K-E bring it bad
out
Smell it in the air every time I fuck around town (downtown)
Lay down, one by one I pick 'em off without sound
Choppa have my back, Grey slap
Putting on a show, when you dress up in your clothes
Wild hair color and cell phones
Your accessories are dead on
[Chorus: x 2]
Harajuku girls, you
and quick dollars
I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing
Spaced out in the staircase, performing a sting
It's hard to keep control, I
clothes
Wild hair color and cell phones
Your accessories are dead on
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Harajuku girls, you got the wicked style
I like the way that
may heal
But they may always wear the scar
Better leave the navigation to the One who knows the Way
He will bring illumination
He will light your path
daughters
This is the season of death
By the skin of your martyrs
Vultures of the senates - Rats of the throne
Keep filling up those body-bags
Corpse by
Praying that they wouldn't die
Mind over matter
Cry over sins
Their lives are over now
Ended before they begin
As the raven again passes by
I can
as a rock
So shake ya booty, girl, smack the devil and raise the flag
And let Marquis bless and watch that ass!
Luke:
Damn, Mixx, get yo' face out that
the ice out 'em
Superstar shit, smellin' like roses
Superstar dick, spread it like COVID
Flag red as fuck but I'm golden
Casket lit, was up and I closed
Whitey Bulge' your horse, soldier leaving Vietnam
Pledge allegiance to the flag
Where we keep it 100 and get your money back
Pull a plug, brain dead, dope
Old glory for a blanket
As you suck on your thumbs
Real freedom scares you
'Cause it means responsibility
So you chicken out and threaten me
we comin' from North side
That young nigga 'bout that beef and screamin' "Fuck you and all your people"
He was raised by some old-heads, sold
Makeshift Patriot
The Flag Shop Is Out Of Stock
Hang Myself...Half Mast
Makeshift Patriot
The Flag Shop is Out of Stock
I hang
meetings
Pretend that they're part of the great scheme
They laugh at fate
Courting death like they
Were all James Dean
Me, I'm hanging out here
With my
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