that's why I'm rhyming always stay in the booth Never lying to the people always telling the truth I feel the bass in my chest give power to songs Girl ripping
why I'm rhyming always stay in the booth Never lying to the people always telling the truth I feel the bass in my chest give power to songs Girl ripping
Manson Coming with the death squad to through your behind out If you ain't movin jumpin or grrovin I'm pulling my nine out Right up in the club I'll put you to death
on Friday [unverified] You you can't can't be be ripping the mic the mic Like do re me me measles are contagious Like my lyrical pages ripping and flipping
be paid on Friday.... You you can't can't be be ripping the mic the mic like do re me me measels are contagious like my lyrical pages ripping and flipping
a bitch (bitch) Preppy ass teenie bop bitch (bitch) I remember yo ass at st. andrews hall, handing out yo flyers "come one come all, come to my
gangster, US hustler Home of the brave and in God we trust I'm just a [Verse 1] Chi-Town bred Because I got to rep the city to the death Annihilate
Death may come Peace I have found What to say? Am I alive, am I asleep? Or have I died? We fall in space We can't look down Death may come Peace I have
might a?? Come for you, And we what? a?? Run with crew, Whose what? a?? Blood is blue, Through life's a?? Fucking zoo, And we might a?? Come for you.
military machine Bringing troops to their knees Begging for relief That will only come in some form of death Choking on blood, ripping apart Gutted
fire Comes roaring Mad whirlwind Burning the road Black thunder White lightning Speed demons cry The Hell patrol The Hell patrol Night riders Death
Habeeber comes across the seas He searches now for you and me His blood it boils for our way of life He kisses his family and says goodbye New faces,
Ninnghizhidda - open my eyes Ninnghizhidda - hear my cries Plumed serpent of the deep Plumed serpent of the gate I command - come before me I command -
Maze of torment Maze of death Passing through corridors, embedded with Scars of those who have gone before you And left their marks Warning comes,
up You're pulling teeth, ripping flesh So you can lick the blood from your fingers So break these bones, taste my skin Let my death sing the end of
'm rhyming always stay in the booth Never lying to the people always telling the truth I feel the bass in my chest give power to songs Girl ripping when
the bliss Moms with a new husband casting needles puncture pressure Briefly lifted the guilt from a divorce snuffing her pleasure Now you're all up in the family tree, come