Were living in a world of hatred, everything that you have ever loved will suffer* Dear God if you're here listening, don't you fucking fail me now Because
: Were living in a world of hatred, everything that you have ever loved will suffer* Dear God if you're here listening, don't you fucking fail me now
: Lions in the street and roaming Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming A beast caged in the heart of a city The body of his mother Rotting in the summer ground
upon your town I'm a make you people boogie down [CHORUS] Walk this way and feel the heat we be getting down walk this way and feel the heat, 'cause
glance Rapid spreading unrelenting plague We`re sucked into its realm Infected flesh... peels Falls to the ground... rots Rots in the heat... burns Burns
this gangsta shit And it ain't because I'm a bitch It's because I ain't a bitch, I don't endanger people that I'm with I'm a general, I ain't Bush, I
to me i see you in an alley shop and clean and focus like a hope when he smoked a cigarette looking away smelling something surgical that leaves a mark upon
[half a mill] Take it to the streets, snakes with heat in this game You wanna be a player, I spray them gators off ya feet Thuggest enemy #1, one, one
to Fuckwit on the Chicks bathroom wall I'm slightly easy and a trife bit sleazy With the wit of a red brick and chiselled body of Kim Beazley My theory
There was a refuge for those who dared In a steeltown, when the heat's on I went down and the heat turned on me In a steeltown, when the heat's on I
like one Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze Check it Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty Fuck a
beliefs in war This is a place for heathens Into that darkness fires illuminate Grotesquely swollen by the heat A half-burned corpse hanging naked A
love. O my love let your teats warm my hand And shower your gentle kisses Where the desert sands are running dry And parched in summer burning heat and
sound upon your town I'm a make you people boogie down Everybody, say wayoo In the club on a Friday night All the girls on the floor give a little bit
I will ask of the wind to send high your fire Hector's blood will not be washed from my body Until your body is burned A prophecy spoken a promise fulfilled
was held in their hands but it bleeds now down the mountain red to the river bank where they burn their dead and it sinks deep in the blackest sea to a
with a bitch that be rockin' Ain't nothin' stoppin' prophet posse 'til your body be droppin' You fuckin' bitch, spittin' rhythms in your rhyme like a joke I'm gonna tote you like a
