the blood of your victims I do feel your pity-wanting pain, Lust for fame, a deadly game" "Run away with your impeccable kin!" "- Good wombs hath borne bad
with the blood of your victims I do feel your pity-wanting pain, Lust for fame, a deadly game" "Run away with your impeccable kin!" "- Good wombs hath borne bad
with the blood of your victims I do feel your pity-wanting pain, lust for fame, a deadly game" "Run away with your impeccable kin!" "- Good wombs hath borne bad
Mase) And I can see B.I. rockin the Sean John (let's go Big) Yeah right, this is what "Life's After's" like B.I. Frank White, your "Bad Boy For Life"
answer is horrible Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow And so tomorrow comin later than usual Waitin' on someone to pity us
cross ninety degrees I breathe hellfire and boil the seas satan doesn't exist under the soil and trees they planted a seed and made you believe in a religion
night, rain or shine This is the life You think it's a dull life I'm livin' Yeah, you say it's such a pity So weak, to need a crutch of religion Pardon
up figurine Impossible to hide the secret from the world dirty blood Death's blood on head nationless annihilation and the Christman's religion? Suffer
systems will be omnipotent And we'll be worse off than we are now Pity, pity On the billions of ignorant people Pity, pity On the masses of aggression Pity, pity
your cross ninety degrees I breathe hellfire and boil the seas satan doesn't exist under the soil and trees they planted a seed and made you believe in a religion
the answer is horrible Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow And so tomorrow comin later than usual Waitin' on someone to pity
't no truce, it's war It won't stop, to compromise wouldn't stop the bloodsheddin' It's Armageddon in the streets of each inner city Ain't takin' no pity