the hill Chasing some poor criminal And I guess they're out to kill Oh there must be shackles on his feet And mother in his eyes Stumbling through the devil
calm and deadly Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit MC's submit to the will as I kill your juvenile freestyle, civilize the men-tal Devils
Malcolm? Cause I bust styles, new styles, standin - strong! While, others +Run+ a +Hundred Miles+ But I never run, never will Deal with the devil with
Push a bullet through my heart, why not? That's a start They could push their reps quicker, kill a well known nigga And if you say you're going to kill
fucked up! Thoughts in my head Of people wanna kill me But you can't kill me Cuz if you kill me, I'll be back to kill you Done it before, do it again
the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the killings [Verse one: Violent J] Heard whats going on in the free world Broke out the asylum and killed
sing about a full moon Poured down on us like a thousand rivers In Stephanie's room And you said you'd remember always The shadows on the hills below
: [Killah Priest:] My daughters are bad; they kill men, record 'em then laugh I require blood sacrifice, slaughter the calf One name Ice, the other name
hill Ready for the kill, giving GOD his will Everybody's there, none of them will care Not a single prayer Burn in the night, You're the devil's child
your court Over minions of capital hill In a bath full of blood All alone, standing still Under God, you can fire at will And when (when!) The devil'
he's a sane killer - he takes you by surprise He's a sane killer - stares into your eyes He's a hate stinger - nothing left to chance He's a sane killer
risin' over the hills My baby's on a tear and she's fit to kill There's a big yellow moon risin' up over them old hills The Devil's in the Jukebox jumpin
You say that you hate it, You want to recreate it I've been around, I've been your lover I let it go at Kill Devil Hill, You're coming onto something
THIS IS TRICK KNOWLEDGE THEY TRY TO KEEP US ENSLAVED AND STILL SCRAPE FOR DOLLARS Walkin through Park Hill, drunk as a +FUCK+ Lookin around like, these +DEVILS
Kill Devil Hill Steady wind blows over the sand 20 knots over Kill Devil Hill As the breeze whips straight as an arrow Let her go over Kill Devil Hill
a bullet through my heart, why not? That's a start They could push their reps quicker, kill a well known nigga And if you say you're going to kill me
Well, I think the devil drives a Coupe De Ville I watched 'em drive away over the hill Not against her will, an' I've got time to kill Down in Brokenheartsville