let me tell you something, i just sat here thinking about your comments. i'll fucking tell you anything i wanna tell ya; if you were in front of me right
Übersetzung: Vision. Vom Vater zum Sohn.
this... Killuminati, all through your body The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty Uhh, feel me! And God said he should send his one begotten son to lead
know what's really happening With that son of an assassin (son of an assassin) Feelin' this killin' and peelin' caps cause I can't stop My gangsta attitude comes from
elated it's time to go. I love you baby. Before and after I'll remain to the day with a theory, from here to lake Erie. You know that the devil's a liar
soon from an open cocoon takes a moment to summon his courage to stifle his grave apprehension and trembling, approaches the surf A father's benediction as his hopeful son
is fallin, so I fell from the Heavens above Product of ya sins, my father, I never knew him Call the Exorcist, cuz the Devil done got to him Voodoo child, son
pretend to be I'm fucked up off life I walk around with a bloody butcher knife I wanna kill myself, but first I think about what's worse I vision my body
: (feat. M Shadows & Synyster Gates from Avenged Sevenfold) As I walk through the valley of the shadow of LA The footsteps that were next to me have
done The death of his son, will have his reward when the ressurection comes Then he rode from his prayer, glored of his hair, walked down from the lair
com/">Testi Canzoni</a> He wanted to spend a few days with the king. The princess Kunti had been appointed by her father to attend to the wants
they breathe through faith I'm that breath that they can see that they need that ancient seed I'm that quenchin vision drenched and risen from the sun
Many Hards Times Without My Family I Dont Kno How I Would Survive And This Ones For My Mom Always Been There For Her Son She Would Hide Me From The Law
up Guts be throw up sipping on rum We sing from the creed of a begger's last son Cash fast fun, no life undone Take what you need son cause you daddy
: 80 Bars 80 Scars Yo, engineer, turn me up, yo I started off in the underground From mono to stereo Now I'm surround sound Blowin through your tubes
it, another day Another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the rottweilers Pull the collars, make 'em sit for the godfather Then I holler, to Justin my son
my knife, Got cash in my jeans Did dirt in my life, havin nightmares in my dreams I remember my father, I was watchin him suffer Help me heavenly father