face death's sickly grin Holes are in your skin, caused by deadly pin Head starts spinning 'round, you fall down to the ground Feel your body heave, Death's hands
Übersetzung: HIM. Hand Of Doom.
pale with woe. Her heart will be broken when I am gone, I'll see her soon, I know." Just then the order came to charge, For an instance hand touched hand
karat gold in my mouth And silk upon my back. But I did not trust my brother, I carried him to blame, Which led me to my fatal doom, To wander off in
talkin' about you! Get off the bandwagon Nigga, quit swingin' on dicks and get your brand accurate. Kray Jack the man, ask 'em! Don't need a hand. Rappin
curse embraces the land The Earth will drink ye blood on your feet. Disappearing blood. Dooms soldiers, time has become To drink the blood our enemy And rip him
me, It?s pink and funky, With a cartoon print of a drunken monkey. There?s a chance I?ll make it I?m nearly done, I hand him the coins and it?s
it I have done? To deserve this living hell By the violent hands of winter, his fate is sealed Dying by the hands of strangers leaving him cold Memories
touch of infinity and then nothing more A raven sat in front of the window of my room, bound to me by magic knowledge ready to seal our doom. Taking possession
purse Winner takes all, gentlemen start your engines... Give me room, hit the tune Feature presentation comin soon, early June Killa Bee platoon, well groomed Spells doom
I'm like a bully that started out in the first grade Picking out the chumps in class, that's when the nurse came Sticking pencils in the hand of the
of full moons eyes His soul is drenched in black Within his lair for no one goes They know the curse he'll bring He beckons fools to come to him From
Hand of Doom - Nature's solution The man is just a moving meat That moving on by own shit This shit inside of every man Troubles, problems bring him
the world used to screw him Biff-wham-pow! Now the interview him And they clamor to put his remarks On the air All the worls used to hate him Now they
, get gone, nigga I'm here Sippin a beer, 5th with the clip in the rear That'll lift him off his feet, make him flip in the air I pull big guns out, like
struggle begins, watch him as he destroys. Ignoring the screams and pleas of you children, their torment is what he enjoys, forever lost, in the footsteps of you doom
dogs be barkin Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost Queen, couldn't even jack Monk Probably find him in Doc Doom
puts food in the bellies Well it's unfortunate the orphanage Couldn't keep up the mortgages Kid go to school stupid, they teachers ignoring it Sorta just doomed
