It ends right here with these words. What goes around comes around. Ball and chain.. feudal attempt to drag me down. Tragic but inspiring.. Hear my words and hear my screams
never know My life means everything Still I scream because There?s nothing left to do until the end The world goes on With all that I?ve become And still I scream
means everything. Still I scream because There's nothing left to do until the end. The world goes on. With all that i've become. And still I scream
my dick that shit got hotter The bitch's nut was hot like scalding lava I started screaming, she was laughing like a mother fuck My dick was burning half to death
it warms. The beast is approaching. The night sky, a fire storm. I give my final blessing. Death raining from the sky. Broken my soldiers scream and cry. The dragon
: (Feat. Drag-On, Eve, Shadow) [Drag-On (Warren G)] C'mon (The Ruff Ryders) Flame on (Double R, baby) Flame on, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon [Drag-On
Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms Tune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A death
Sound of alarm Played On dried bones By the wind Cacophony of hollow sounds All lost in empty skulls And craters only Will remain Unhealed by life Packs
skies? Could it drag a tear from your cold eyes? I live on the right side, I sleep in the left That's why everything's gotta be love or death Yes, this
, war cries, iron bars Chorus: Black Magic, spit life with every breath, Not likely to forget, its like we never left Black Magic, the worlds screaming
my gift Next to work the midnight shift Drinking coffee in the back I will listen to them chat Hear them speaking of my death Hear the laughter in their
run to and disappear a place where some folks hide. But they will tell you about the rumors that swell around this lake, Some say there's something in the water them deaths
Madhouse... Here ghost wail and moan Skeletons rattle trying to escape there prisoning coffins (Wicked Shit) Grimlins and skulls gasp a death (ICP Tech
my mind sorta like rotisserie Spittin this wicked ministry to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me Separated by 6 degrees of greed for centuries And hatred engulfs my sensories like hallow screams