Lyrics:
sick tonight,
I'm like superman without kryptonite,
Phat as hell without cellulite,
And I look well sick in a U.V light,
Speakin' of sick that's me
Make him beg for his life
He made me watch as my family died
He'll never know what it's like
So cut him slow until his soul takes flight
Hush Yael,
And every time, she beat them all
And now she comes home to a cat in a three-room walk-up flat
And plays a game of solitaire
Well she made a fist last
listens
Nobody listens
Nobody listens
Why do you all hate me
Everyone's against me
Mommy don't care
Daddy can't help
Made it hell
Everyday
[Like the Jaws of Hell the burning gate glows in unholy light. What horror lies beyond this rip in the continuum? The crewmen know that it is not
when people think you made it
Everybody got opinions and don't know what's going on
I tell em leave me in that zone and end with fuck alone
I'm feeling
not...
In the graveyard faith
Hell-born cloven hoof made flesh
I have seen the signs...
Famine, fire and plague.
Unhorned as of yet
But still (it) commands
My Secret Ministry
The only Rule is: Do Not Tell
Or you'll fuckin Burn in hell!
Unspoken truth of Ecstasy
Vile Desire controlling Me
Watching them I
(G)rode up in to Austin, the (C)cradle of the (G)West;
(C)Just ask any (G)cowboy, he'll (A)tell you that its the (D7)best.
And I (G)met a Texas beauty, I
The guys who are shaving and the chicks with make up
The guy behind me in the rear view mirror
Following so close I can see his nose hairs
The moron
he get accepted to Princeton
If not got his bail for prison
I know the pressures of the oppressor It's hell living
Feel like I'm Mel Gibson, killing
for the blood of life?
Or will I always fly alone
Those who are in Hell
Hallowed be thy name
This is for you who made me what I am
For the storm
I guess it's fair
I made the bed where I will lie
There's got to be some way now
I'm sure he'll find some way now
The pain of losing you
There's a Carnival Town
Called New Orleans
I met this girl there
She said she ownes everything
I took her home
She said you got in the show
She took
I was alone
Sitting on the steps outside your door
You weren't home
Hell I've been through this too many times before
And we go on and on
Round
They put a new sign up today
Where everyone could read it
The folks who paid to have it made
Must think that I need it
It was selling Sunday
Everything's in First Corinthians Verse 1:28
Hey, I think about the day when the world He came to save
Went astray and they nailed him to a tree
How He stuck
all good everything is alright
Was you in flight like smokin an ounce with back accounts
Bigger than the smartest nigga can count
We get paid for taking
on the hand-made smokies end
What a way to be a winner
Hate through the mail
What a live-home little sinner
Try him he'll fail
Signin up for duty in black now
'Cause it's not the cold
Making my, making my legs shake
It's Timmy's ghost
Taking his, taking his place in our hearts forever
'Cause it's not
It always happens in coffee shops
And I'm always hungover when someone wants to talk
And don't get me wrong, I like talking
When it's a healthy
It's judgement day
You're going to pay for all the crimes
All the bad times you made people go through
You're a wicked man that's been condemned to hell
he's growing
We'll send him to the college for one year or two
& then perhaps in time my love
A man he'll make for you
I'll buy you white ribbons
Starting slowly, globally unnoticed, ignored
Plans are made to add another black chapter to history
Condemned to an ocean of shame
A lunacy
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