Thoughts are spinning their inescapable threads transforming us cruelly into marionettes. Everything I feel is pain and the Devil holds us in his hands
: Thoughts are spinning their inescapable threads transforming us cruelly into marionettes. Everything I feel is pain and the Devil holds us in his hands
pretty sick twist The Ruger like a surgeon and it's on Exactly what I cut you with is sharper than a scalpel Actually, it's too many Bone Thug clones
the heroes of the devil's arcade You sleep and you dream, your buddies Charlie and James And wake with a thick desert dust on your skin [Instrumental
80?s Tryna stay above water, thats why we shun the navy Pull your guns and play me Let's set it off, cause a riot, thow off molotov's Somebody told me
forcin ya You said you're ready like Freddie to battle me But the real Freddie's Dead and I ain't Curtis Mayfield All wise, with four I's/eyes like Mississippi
of syllables Scoping lightning from his pores Keeping time with his hurricane beat Asking us to pick ourselves up and become thunder Yeah, they say you can't please everybody Let's
Transylvania [Madchild:] Stunned numbness Shane stand strongest Things gone wrong and still drills the conquest Mad from brain cell like bong hits Thor's
life isn't wasted. [Prevail] That's why we embrace it. The sky's not vacant. Neither is the sub-level. Heavy colored gunmetal. Riders on the storm, devil
famous name like Supreme Magnetic Carbon copy, I love my car, it's near choppy Melachi off the funky pain with the wax poppy on instrumentals Niggaz get lost like S.S
rhythm and man how it swerved and curved Made a niggaz dream but his hope deferred then stirred Dig the mentals, Papermate, Bic's and Number 2 pencils My credentials blow on instrumentals
Lionel Richie Call up my butler, get clothes washed by the maid Ivory soap, this is clean, feel like Cascade I count the bills, roll to Detroit in Sedan DeVille's
aside This is our year still here for real y'all, bare witness this is business New York City's sickness simple street principle Cream Team invincible Money interchangeable bulletproof Benz's
a mothafucka think dauntin' Truely yours, America's most wanted (Chorus)x4 Nigga, it's all about the drama Packin' pistols when we ride Mothafuckas about to die It's
Christmas MAYOR Making Christmas, making Christmas Is so fine GROUP It's ours this time And won't the children be surprised It's ours this time CHILD
. Leta??s go... My will is at Goda??s hand, never within mana??s teeth. My will is at Goda??s hand, never within mana??s teeth. My will is at Goda??
me, yeah. We never sang "Hound Dog": they said it was the devil's tongue. They censored him on Sullivan, now he's loved by everyone. Oh, there's an FM
