up On Desolation Row Now the moon is almost hidden The stars are beginning to hide The fortunetelling lady Has even taken all her things inside All except
morning Please don't chase the clouds pagodas, temples Her cunt gripped him like a warm friendly hand. "It's all right. All your friends are here." When
end Sex, drugs, powerlines and vaccinations - something's going to do you in There ain't no way of stopping death when it's time for your demise All my heroes and friends are
you shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me now you're just a enemy [Chorus] [Verse Three:] Now I change my style up, my style up,bodies
we do this man to man? Let them bitch niggas creep I still remember in the days when we was friends chillin Now it seems you going to have to be my next
My life is violent, but violent is life peace is a dream, reality is a knife my colors my honour my colors my all with my colors upon me one soldier
death til' my last breath breathed it makes no sense to be torn cause every seed sent to be born we eventually mourn vent through these songs fuel in my
death 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
my rest I drop my keys, someone clicked the door, I jumped in the apartment I swear my heart left that time I dodged death I said "God Bless" Salute the
all you hear [Sarah:] "Salem, what's going on?" [Salem:] "Let me tell you a story Madame, a secret about your land The reason... for all madness Let
change things feels like nobody knows you anymore. Yeah but I've known you since way before I got high with you. You're my friend till death do us part
up On Desolation Row Now the moon is almost hidden The stars are beginning to hide The fortunetelling lady Has even taken All her things inside All except
curdled and I've nothing left to say When all my thoughts are spoken (save my last departing birds) bring all my friends unto me and I'll strangle them
but please make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in?" The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly Saying, "Death to all those who
: GAVROCHE Liar! Good evening, dear inspector Lovely evening, my dear. I know this man, my friends His name is Inspector Javert So don't believe a word
how it all ends Depressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends One thing's for sure, I can count on my mens D-Roc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD My
, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets Wake up shiverin', pull my
this man to man? Let them bitch niggas creep I still remember in the days when we was friends chillin Now it seems you going to have to be my next killin