bullshit this steams the cream A million dollars for my soul or a priceless dream [Rashad Houghton] Faith is a Red Rose, is a red rose almost a thought
The ravens are on the wing! My scramasax is red (stained with the blood of many Mercian warriors), The ravens are on the wing, By Offa's decree I am
r esounding victories, and their commander, the legendary warlord Baalthus Vane, made it clear to the Emperor that he was eager to press on deep into
and surged into the Vyrgothian Alliance's last and most renowned stronghold. And it was at that fate-steeped instant that an army of five score and ten
lonely, strippin, had a job at the Shoneys The only one who showed me the real from the phoneys Stayed hangin out with her best friend Tony Eyes stayed red
[Verse 1:] Razorblade to nipples, baby breastfeed me I just saw your face on the TV and they already think you're laying six feet deep Took a nap, now
enemy Razor blades cut ya face and leave a scar so you remember me Lurkin, to leave y'all with bloody red turbans Screamin "Jihad!" while y'all pray to
Steele] Nigga we all timers, all you niggas are small timers With alziners, Tek n Steele the lost rhymers Chart climbers, start drama, spark ganja Affiliated with deep
the liquid talon soak into the seam of your coat Meet the professional dead or alive politrick technician Straight neck capital P for the deep throat
in her slough of despond But only now A path lies straight before me The maze is ploughed half through with hate Andpher crop is dripping red Beyond
ground Burning like a brand on the countenance of god A yearning took Her hand to His Seraphim, bound Deep red hissed the cat whips On the whim of ill
I play in a band We're the best in the land We're big in both Chelsea and France I play one mean guitar and then score at the bar There's a line
the score My hands, they break bricks and now level your jaw My criteria, reign superior, we flood the streets about a 100 deep Run through your town,
can settle the score My hands, they break bricks and now level your jaw My criteria, reign superior, we flood the streets about a 100 deep Run through
shells to leave no evidence around and, it's t-shirt land when niggas ain't playin' Got a chrome glock got it cocked Red dot on yo' knot As I pop Nonstop
break me My hearts pumpin the blood of Royce Gracie My thoughts dumpin the slug and point straightly You rhyme fakely, you still scarred I'm studing deep
up the shells could leave no evidence around and, it's t-shirt land when niggas ain't playin' Got a chrome glock got it cocked Red dot on yo' knot As