a rape, a risen shadow in wooden shaped, the Littles' fall on bent knees, was not the worse war injury? [???] - There were a pack of roman priests, to
a rope Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali
the end of the world It's small furry creatures and the end of the world There is a man who told me a story about a conspiracy He told me how it started
It turns out the lyrics that you live by are a fraud When your favorite band's singer got arrested With a tranny on the job Meanwhile little Danny down
something dead. Slide in shadow cobble-creep. Burn your mark and leave. The trench conventions yellow eyes Follow her the local flower The girls a priest
I was alive, I was a funny feller The crowd would hoot and holler for more I wore a drunk's red nose for applause Oh yes I was a comical priest "With a
: The man from the television crawled into the train. I wonder who he's gonna stick it in this time. Everyone was looking for a little entertainment,
down a rope Onto the street below, oh tarzie, go man go Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach Her face is sans feature, but she wears a
with my mother fucking brother Esham, you know what I'm sayin'? Gettin' a little too much power in this mother fucker! Sick in the head, so I tryed to kill a priest
prophets Nabi, Lut, Is'haq, Musa, Harun, Muhammad Ibrahim "Am I a good man?" (I don't know) "Am I a fool?" (We'll see) [Killah Priest] The Lord takes
a nigga at the drop of a dime Just imagine what I do for a quarter Ain't no tellin what I do for a dollar Pop a nigga right in front of his mama Son a
I need is a man by my shoulder what I am, what you are allright I'm sick of your lying there Look at me, look at me growing colder everyday, I get a little
walked into the sermon, strapped with a iron crowbar, i beat a nun into a bloody stew in the Trunk of my car, how the fuck she got fake titties & a pussy
you I admire My living example It's a photograph discovered Decade after It's a canon blast disguised as a Fire cracker It's enough to bring a brick
: Tickled with fame admit you're a slave ripping through a maze Limping to a grave with a page in a caged stage Six ways in eight days they trick your
I don't Why should we be anything but strangers in clothes that we don't own Drifting in and out a priest is talking something about a body from a bone. A
m just a singer of songs. But I can take you for a walk along a little country stream. I can make you see through lovers' eyes and understand their dreams. I can help you hear a
seduced by my ghetto Play dice with my life a flirter of murder Tease the grave courted my sanity slept with my rage If life's a bitch then deaths a bastard