comes! 3 curses to the holy throne! No regrets! It's too late! The Goddess of the night comes! Will ask for what have you done! The father, holy ghost
know why We can't talk, close that door My father remembers Grandfather remembers Patching holes in the sky It's running all the time I can tell, this
f/ Ayana Uh, I puts it down Uh, 1, 2, 3 [Verse 1: SPM] Am I the purest of them all? Mirror, mirror on the wall Am I the one to ease the pain? Make them
swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a second I seen Hell staring down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson My son's ultrasound the closest I
breath, sweating I swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a second I seen Hell staring down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson My son's ultrasound
s, that's what I need But someone else could drop off threes, I got freeze [Verse 4] Lifeless cat can he help us with each other He's my partner, he's
's mine Mine, mine, mine Take what's mine Give this to me Take what's mine, take what's mine, mine... Take what's mine, take what's mine, take what's
left many of the warriors dead, Emer's father killed himself The two lovers then were wed. Cuchulainn, The Hound of Culann x3 He is the Son of a God.
Uh, I puts it down Uh, 1 2 3. [Verse 1: SPM] Mirror, mirror on the wall. Am I the purest of them all? Am I the one to ease the pain? Make them fall to
the rooster's back Call Jadakiss, tell him that duke is back I'm still by your side, no matter who comes strapped Fuck Lloyd Banks, it ain't about who can rap It's
rooster's back Call Jadakiss, tell him that duke is back I'm still by your side, no matter who comes strapped Fuck Lloyd Banks, it ain't about who can rap It's
a Tung blister It's the Mista Tung Twista Ha-ha-heeey Boy, that's Tung Twista for ya Comin at ya in 3d Ha-ha-ha ?? funkier than that, boy Check it out
car, yo Trying to get to my glove box and shit Got the door open, gash in my Caesar, my sneakers got red on it Know that's blood, he threw a piece of
Tormented Father can you tell me What it is what it was and what it shall be Death [2nd Verse] One for the demon, two for the son Father please forgive
for that black bitch track, And n***as stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped, When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap, It's still Aftermath, and
comes! 3 curses to the holy throne! No regrets! It's too late! The _Goddess_Of_The_Night_ comes! Will ask for what have you done! The father, holy ghost