Auf dem Boden. Refrain: Konnt ich hellsehen, dann wusst' ich was zutun ist. Alles wurde leicht und schnell gehen, wenn die Zukunft zu Besuch ist. Konnt ich hellsehen
: I?m a rolling thunder, a pouring rain I?m comin? on like a hurricane My lightning?s flashing across the sky You?re only young but you?re gonna die
: (Instrumental)
We are the people We ring The Bells Of The 7 Hells We bear the light We bear the fire We ring The Bells Of The 7 Hells Shiver, you have taken from the
: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha (revers talk) If you listen carefully to this you'll hear what i'm saying (more reverse talk) Welcome to hell
: [Violent J:] Something has woke my a thump on my roof, it was followed by crashing, more thumping ensued I jumped out of my bed thinking I'd been
: (feat. Rasul) [Killah Priest:] These harlots they tear at my flesh, they eat up my soul Regarded as Job, layin' naked in the Valley of Bones Skulls
: Street hustler comes up to me one day And I'm walkin' down the street, mindin' my own business Now he looks me up and he looks me down and says "
: Life's a bitch, then you die Black Hell Hell's ditch - naked howling freedom The killer's hands are bound with chains At six o'clock it starts
, oral lust, alley fuck, angel dust, anal whore, bleeding knees, it's times like this to pray for murder So now I've seen it all, Hells' wrath, no man
: Loca (Loca) Dance or die (Loca) Loca (Loca) She's gettin' high all the time Just to keep you from me She get's you on like (ahh!) Be carefull
Intro: D5 E5 E E A D E A D E A D E A D It's way up in the Black Hills
Evil winds howl 'cross the frozen plain Demons fury floods my mind again Multitudes of homeless wander lost and scared Into the burning lake of fire
Loca? Loca? Dance or die? Loca? Loca? She?s gettin? high all the time Just to keep you from me She get?s you on like (ahh!) Be careful amigo She talks
So there I was watching Sanford and Son, working the graveyard shift. At a party store, rolling a spliff. I'm behind the glass I see crackheads all night
[Violent J] In my mind's eye You throw wickedness at me I'm just a toy to you I bring no real joy to you The way I see it You don't want me here
[Violent J] Underground baby Real underground baby... This clown don't smile and honk your nose This clown don't wear big goofy clothes This clown