that I fight, I always win. Take me back to the fire, to be born again. These wars that I fight, I always win. The quest with Jesus is forever. Take me back
the hood, ill run again while they out smokin anf drankin all your liquor im on the grind and my rhymes are gettin slicker while people think that this game gone last forever
re stressed, where you rest at I suggest that, niggaz invest, in a vest, when I come through With the glock jet black, you niggaz step back I'm the best at
ego went through the roof I swallowed the truth right along with my pride I died and came back again, buildin up my stack again When the world tries to back
forever Like Uhhh (lots of people) And you don't stop! Fuck around with one of the homies Watch the glock pop! One love and keep hollering back We could
and buck buck again I will butt fuck your friend then suck up her twin I put the buck up to him then buck buck and buck buck and buck buck again suck
up and buck buck then buck buck again I will butt fuck your friend then suck up her twin I put the buck up to him then buck buck and buck buck and buck buck Again
the back of the Tasmanian path, insane again laughin' Cacklin' at the randomness of the city and all its facts The dark art of interrogation agent skippin' class And at last
sharpened lines All my arms, bled me blind Faucet leaks in shadows Spilling from morgue lancet Caressed your fontanelle I've sworn to kill every last one Every last
me to my knees Read the sharpened lines All my arms, bled me blind Faucet leaks in shadows Spilling from morgue lancet Caressed your fontanelle I've sworn to kill every last one Every last
my knees Read the sharpened lines All my arms Bled me blind Faucet leaks in shadows Spilling from morgue lancet Caressed your fontanelle I've sworn to kill Every last one Every last
I'm sure I'll be back among your graces And with you I won't pretend No, not at all, oh Crack the morning, up and running quick No sleep again last night
build your kits And face death again, again Build your weapons Out of nation Ready to kill all trashy Gods With this machine, cry out fire Shoot At
a white horse he comes Blazing sword In, in burning hand ''Lo, I am become death The destroyer of worlds'' His hands are backed up They're straining at
fashion, spinning yo-yos and clacking its jaw, raising its eyes, mimicking dogs at play. The sun shuts down, and erases birdlight. And in this stunted eclipse I saw myself, some darkness at last
bathroom doors or maybe it's 'cause my voice was louder than yours (what? You jealous?) And I'll be damned if I do this for forever Everybody lookin' at
put your shoes on and step into that warm leather. Go get yourself a more better forever. Gotta put it down, you gotta leave it, and don't ever come back again
2] Fire... [x3] And they're taking all the colours away Can't put it back together again They're taking all the colours away We'll stay this way forever
