: (bonus track)
wanna kill me, I'm gettin money for God sakes That purple-urple fucked Phelps up with Corn Flakes Kick in the door man, big .44 man Mortician morgue man, fill you with straws man
God sakes. That purple-urple fucked Phelps up with Cornflakes. Kick in the door man. (door man!) - Big .fourty-four man (four man!) That mortitian morg man - fill you with straws man. (straws man
flame Velma'd like to douse So we must break out of this ALL Big Dollhouse TRACY Penny, i can't take All this waiting I've lost my man Plus
he heard he so misunderstood. Though simple minded, a crippled man, to know this man is to fear this man, to shake when he comes. Wasn't it God that
: INTRO Yeah, 2 Timothy When I think about the book, man, I think about legacy And our legacy as Christians is the truth of God God has entrusted us
: I shall not fear no man but God Though I walk through the valley of death I shed so many tears (if I should die before I wake) Please God walk with
a twelve gauge shotty Uhh, feel me! And God said he should send his one begotten son to lead the wild into the ways of the man Follow me; eat my flesh
't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too (2pac Verse 2) You know you really can't say that you blame niggaz Fuck bein' tame, set a flame, tryin' to
victim? Unloadin my clip, I'm watchin every bullet spit when I kick em Niggaz die from automatic gunfire Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta
Just to understand, that every man, is his OWN man And only man can satisfy the man Only the soul of the man, the feelings of the man The for realness
Packs Dime's Plus Everybody's High To Doped Up To Ask Why. Watching Our Own Downfall Witnessing The End. Its Like We Don't Believe In God Cause We Living
I mu'fuckin walk that Blue Yankee cap back, fuck around get CLAPPED AT I sleep with the stainless I walk with the stainless Man everybody know about 50
man Clips on the whips I ride in 'em Bad bitches I ride inn 'em Don't worry I'll get 'em Gat Jammed or un-jammed God dam Safest the safety don't work
ancient lies, man's manufactured demise death is your only faith, war is the one religion flock to your rotten god like a moth to a flame born, bred,
. Search, find. No stone unturned, no hell, no fury gonna stop my love and all its glory. Search, find. No man, no god, no pain can sever my love for you, God
of the god-fearing man. The wind sings its sad lullab through a blackened and hollowed ribcage. I'm to die in battle, divine with the flames as my grave
your will and All that you'll ever know This brotherhood of snakes shall Rule and control The corruption of man his fate And his soul This flame of