'cause you let it Blood of all you had to lose Pick up the pieces with your broken hands It only fell apart 'cause you live in it Blood of all you had
are rarely convinced, their feelings are exempt What is the point of thought if you can not control the result What is it worth if anything at all? Where
cribs And ain't a damn thing changed I'm still pumpin' 10 kickers Still grippin' the grain Still candy in the paint Still ridin' them things And most
Once upon a time me and vudi met A major american rock star in a shop We were immediately jealous of his hair And his fuel-injected sports cock He made
stand anymore! All this and more, Howie! Including! an electric coolde pony harness, with fuel injection... fuel injection... fuel injection... Oooh
, Satan's game. Your children like it or not, are attracted in their weaker years to the Occult and a game like D+D fuels their imagination and makes
the reflection? Crush a crack, feel the connection I am you and we will win. Crush the mirror. Let me in! A little crack is all it takes. Drop the mirror
I ain't mad by lettin' you in Long as you listen to me closely as you get to know Jin First of all I had the thirst of all rappers combined Worst of all
the sun beat down like fire The people and their babies had teeth and mouths and bellys Like all people on the planet it was food that fueled their
of all muslims and Afghans Being assaulted here in neighborhoods around me Personally and in their jobs and schools and homes And the barfly's said we should send 'em all
the streets my CMF Anthem (Worddd) We fresssh, we got all 4 season, Winter, Spring, Autumn & Summer, Watchin' all them pimps drivin' around in their Hummers, we also play, all
from delorian doors swivel up, with aviator radar blip for most glorious tittie fuck, cool green over the frame under the clothes line, whos crew choose fuel most
(This fucker's rabid and still breathing!) (Hiding cabbage!) Oh, the heater claps to leave me I'ma ninja this shit wit' sugar in the fuel tank of a saucer
all don't understand we want y'all all to hate it It's murda, murder incorporated It's murda, in crime we all related It's murda, see if y'all can take
Album: Cheeses Of Nazareth (2003) i want to see all minds set free they pledge their liberty like slaves to their deaths like awls through their ears
"My number is 11, as all their numbers who are of us. The Five Pointed Star, with a circle in the Middle, and the circle is Red. My colour is black to
fight. Fear - it rules our minds. Leaders profit, we face demise. A freedom of choice we once had. Gone forever, we all are damned. Those in power, they fuel
give the track a cramp HOOK (4x) VERSE: Like Ja I rule Plus I?m so old school I?m already on fire and u gon add to the fuel All the bitches drool