He Moa Kane (ancient Hawaiian riddle) Above is red - below is red Hear the ringing voice... A strutting rooster
The bursting balloon cocktails are soon Young glands young flesh invade the room A sardonic mood, ugh... Watch the rich fatty eating raw fish With avid
All writhing in a tub Panoramic banana A passion fruit samba Pale skin is itching - a tropical fever Gecko Creatures crawl and creatures call All creatures
Kula ula ula poni Alani melemele polu Akala oma oma o Come to the festival of colours Celebrate the festival of colours Shake your serpent thrashing
The ice house preserves With incestuous flowers Their nightly perfume overpowers me The stamens kiss Entwined devouring The heart will melt whilst the
The dawning is over The morning is over And I can't look into your eyes A cold November morning A shivering new dawning I watched your energy slide It
Kiss the girl - Kiss the girl Hands across the steering wheel Caress the shiny vinyl feel Don't you miss the girl? Miss the girl? Seduced reflection
Em. [Ace Hood:] Mo money mo problems They Holla I get em I got em I'm bout a da bougaties The beasts that I feasts of the bottom Youngens they charge
SS In revenge for Malmedy, they used a blowtorch on me Nice try, Whargoul cannot die You blow off my arm I laugh at the pain And after the battle I feast
feast your eyes of the man in the mirror and stare Feast your eyes of the man in the mirror and stare Feast your eyes of the man in the mirror and stare
: Drowned in snow they lie in mountains Reaching heaven high A creature of war can be seen from afar Nervously his beast approach the jaw of stone He
preacher Any choice yuh set it's like a jet yuh haffi leave yah Inna di party di bwoy dem start it like dem a creature Mi and shorty rollin hotty wah
Trip doors kicked all around me There is no escaping I slowly suffocate I'm breathing poisoned air The living dead are outside feasting On your souls
fired SHOTS! Mac-11's in order, the flow is like water Each quote's a quarter of blow, the chorus is followed by the DOT! Goons, goblins and creatures
hear Their last rites echo on the wind Huddled in the cellar Fear caught in their eyes Daring not to move or breathe As the creature cries Fingernails
hatred Damned to an eternal plight Obscene art alive through death Crafted gore Masterful slaughtering Splatter soaked Sinister demon incarnate Maggots feast
them, not God they meet Unholy creatures swarming the coffin Fighting for mouthfuls of flesh Invading the tombs of the recently buried, to feast Starvation
to normal a feast on the moral Served on a silver plate Yeah, I think I'm losing it Yeah, I think I'm losing it back to normal a feast on the moral Served
