This is a story about a transport I saw It comes in different shapes it drags me with it's claw I couldn't believe how attracted I got to it I did what
with lyrical, context that kick Just like that little girl that got shot in +fresh+ Word to momma, I'm hotter than that nigga with the bomber Leather pants on, in hell
need to fake the funk talking you're this and that I've been a thug tryin to be somebody and it stays like that I was borned raised to resign in the ghettos
and it hurts disperse the nonsense and fuck reminisn' premeditatin' a murder while y'all is out dissin' supportin' all the anger contaminatin' my veins my heart pulse
You better learn your lesson well Nonstop mentality You better know your heaven well Raising hell, raising hell Raising hell, raising hell Raising hell, raising hell Raising hell, raising hell
your desire? Come here I show you the Devil We'll make the sacrifice of life Children raised in hate Bloodlegacy beyond centuries You shall be my whore of hell
s an investment Besides, I had a baby girl to worry about That would struggle to blend in Now as I think, a weightlessness is interrupting my senses A pulsing
forever Fear is not my ally Total attack !!!! I am conqueror I spill blood Hell's child Is the name you know And i always raise my sword Against
When I'm dead and gone I'm gonna rage in hell. I believe in nothing but belief in myself. One day I'm gonna go. Coming back to haunt you as a mother fucking
the worms... ...and so you are blessed - Reborn by the seed of death Your pulse grows stronger... Pounding, beating Chiming like the bells of hell,
eyes Oh God so fixated It's love labeled X-rated Nonstop mentality You better learn your lesson well Nonstop mentality You better know your heaven well Before Raising Hell
: When I'm dead and gone I'm gonna rage in hell. I believe in nothing but belief in myself. One day I'm gonna go. Coming back to haunt you as a mother
kill her Single mothers looking for her So this is written for the little... Grown man is even scared off... School is empty cause is plenty... [Hell
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