Lyrics:
Yeah
Sacrifices 2
It's 42 Degrees out here man, I'm out here meditating to the album
That shit's on it's way as well
There's reasons why I still do
it's Jonny hanging by his neck all those metal
Albums have led him to his death
Now it's time for parents to open ears and listen maybe it's too late
And we ain't even put out an album yet
Know where the holy is
My soul is pure
Ain't no door
To walk out this game of war
I still thank the lord
My
People Are Scared
By Subhumans (UK)
From the album "Time Flies... But Aeroplanes Crash"
[*A Note on the Use of Slang...
The term "fag" in the first
manager, the venue is filled with capacity
Check the door box, count my percentage and get that to me.
Fuck me on the dough and we are all black with
don't do nothing small
Get everyone involved and
Say that it's a party
One to the two
Three to the four
Chuckey and mike is at yo door
We don't
sign language
I hit worlds, and my strange sperm gives birth
to septuplet lady plants
Check my tympanic titanic time pulse
By the grace
and make me play the album
I'm out to rule the world
while you talk about your silly glasses
half-ass rappers can't match this
the shit I
bound to blow
The formula ain’t never been original
You play the game and now tryin' to get an album sold
I’m surrounded by the muses and they gonna be
and we just laid back and did it
So we hope you enjoy listening to this album half as much
As we enjoyed playing it for you, because we had a ball
Only
Looking for that moment
When that first album
Makes that personal record sale
Well
Look here's a mirror
Yeah
Reflection of me shows clearer
It does
Cuz
THOUGH
BIG BANG THEORY THROUGH YA CAR DOOR
YEAH ITS THAT NEW YORK BROOKLYN
BIGGEST BOROUGH FLOW
TALK THAT SHIT
THAT ONLY THOROUGH KNOW
YOU ROCKING WITH
It's funny how the time flies
Four years just flew by
Listening to my old songs
And i be like who's that guy?
It was just like yesterday
When i
Hello, my name is Mac Lethal
And thank you for your
PurchaseThis album is best served
With a delicious glass
Of Grand Crew or Wild Flemish
For all
the door
Ill be coming out platinum all the ballers be clapping
All the money be stacking now everybody's loving me
It's really kind a funny everybody hated
only trump card, bitch
You can it with the punk next door
But when you see me aint no talkin' 'cause we fuckin' on the floor
And all that front shit gots
Yeah, early 2014 I was on the Knock Madness tour
I was mad about it, I half-assed my album cause I really didn't know what I was rapping for
I was
somebody by their steering wheel
'Cause you know that mother fucker in that Ford Taurus
Could be the next mother fucker in that new Porsche
But like I
the day.
Dumped by his girl, he paid for her liposuction,
His friends call him "Money", in his introduction.
And Marty knows nothing but claims to know it
to go, you ready to roll, lift up our doors yes up on sprees
I'm feelin' the groove gimme a boost
Maybe later on 2 nite we can get us a room
She can
the guy that good girls would go for
Pick you up at eight delighted at the front door
She was impressed how I dressed looking Roger Moore Maserati
Once every hundred thousand years the most epic party in the universe will be thrown by Ninja Sex Party, as it was foretold in the scrolls.
So take
crowded
Finally found the courage to release the album
Through the eclipse
It's deeper than music
Release the pain and know what it is
never a gripped a mic
is that the seed of a man chosen by God must not be wasted
Run away, that's the plan, live above the grave
None is safe, I see the pain
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