him to serve the best who's risen And that's he's confident the Lord will perfect in Christians What He started and hearts will be corrected in them Listen
forgiven you're in need of circumcision But I want you to grow in wisdom and truth Having knowledge of His will, bearing spiritual fruit But still in all I
fellow callin' you down the road And they say his name is Priest." "Oh, yes, he is my friend," Said Frankie Lee in fright, "I do recall him very well
that the weather man couldn't predict, I start the ball prick you better flee cuz I get ticked Its a rap, I was down, when I was down I was kicked I got
very much. I think the fans will accept him of course. [Weikath:] Well, the nice thing about Roland being in the band is that I saw him like, I don'
Cuz ya know the juggla will throw ya up fast And if I drop you that's your ass I shake and twist, try to keep calm I might go to hell cuz I'm down with
called the Devil, and Satan, and bound him for a thousand years, And cast him into The bottomless pit, and shut him up, and set a seal upon him, that
in a square in this town (this town that I'm new to), new fellow from my new town sat me down and explained it to me: how when I spin from him I spin
-de-dum and fiddle-de-dee, I looked at him, and he winked at me, And I whispered a word in his shaggy ear, And I said, "I will go with you, my dear."
love in your heart I hope when you decide Kindness will be your guide Put a little love in your heart And the world (and the world) will be a better
fellow I've been So be easy and free when you're drinking with me I'm a man you don't meet every day I have acres of land I have men at command I
deed had I given cause to doubt my good will I would punish with impunity I will fuck him up the ass and piss in his face I will redress the wrong But
, and I Was sittin' in my living room Dozed off to sleep So I start to dreamin' I dreamed I walked in a place and I saw a real strange, weird object
I start the ball, prick, you better flee 'cause I get ticked It's a rap, I was down, when I was down I was kicked I got up, I'm 'bout to punch ya to
You think you're better than me I never heard of ya I'm evil I will fill your cheese balls with weevils I poop on people And I blame it on the seagulls
' me what I should do and how I should come out and what to rap about And I know that I got a lot up in my abdullah oblongotta that I gotta get out And I
I drop you that's your ass I shake and twist, try to keep calm I might go to hell 'cause I'm down with Esham Gotta rhyme for your Uncle Willy Then I hit him
