your death. Lost is your soul, oblivion has come, damned for a thousand years bound to hell Bound to hell Bells chime, echoes in my mind There is no salvation Hell
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Like della reece, I need celery Mo? money wat the f**k these niggaz tellin? me Im young Lucifer Take um all to hell wit, Ya Drop um off in a fire storm
, we're bound to win Somehow they gave it all a name Just like the southern hurricane We play our music like the storm They say the brand new sound was
defiled Black shapes and horns By my command, unleash the storm Raising and forming alive 'Til delights get lost In the sounds and power from hell Blood
over silly pettyness I say to hell with it, say oh well with it Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet Make dope beats, rhyming sound so unique
I don't get mad over silly pettiness I say to hell with it, say oh, well with it Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet Make dope beats, rhyming sound
hardest to your fraction try to test me You wouldn't tip-toe through Moses parted Red Sea, it's bound to collapse So now what makes you think the sound
howling out, they're storming everywhere A crimson tide of energy erupting from the ground The gates of hell are shattered wide, by evilectric sounds
fitted boogie systems with crook addictions Well sure my crown is formed of thorns Yea but my thorns are formed of sound And I've found sounds what keep
Baxter] Go to hell! [Billy Flynn] What a helling, huh? And social-like too. Her mother owns all the pineapples in Hawaii. [Roxie Hart] What the hell
ready to fight with their weapons Who were the sword and the flame You'll die Five crooked grosses they bounded their way with the hell Unholy curses they bounded
son of Israel. They will crawl, the wailing wall, The silence speaks the dawn. Israel is bound in Hell, The sword of Islam. Israel is bound in Hell,
bait Leading them straight into hell They will not live to tell the tale We'll strike at dusk and fight 'til dawn Tonight our foe is bound to fail Our
don't get mad over silly pettyness I say to hell with it, say oh well with it Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet Make dope beats, rhyming sound
fraction try to test me You wouldn't tip-toe through Moses parted Red Sea It's bound to collapse So now what makes you think the sound of these raps Is
fitted boogie systems and crook addictions Well sure my crown is formed of thorns Yea but my thorns are formed of sound And I have found sound will keep
