me the evil eye A poison smile Asking if I will stay A while I made a promise to the night In blood I signed The line Giving me the evil eye
s giving me the evil eye A poison smile Asking if I will stay a while I made a promise to the night In blood I signed the line Giving me the evil eye
Traduzione: Cenere. Evil Eye.
/ Pulling up mandragore / Chained to the ash forever more / Deaf to the world's grey roar / Digging up treasures vile and foul Eye for an eye for a
I'm losin my mind, tryin to stay high Gotta link with my B.N.C. [Tek] It's the life of my man who lived for the root of all evil I can't knock him though
will call me, call me The Great [IV. Sorrow And The Dreamer] My sorrow now ablaze, The call from the Darkland I shall not heed... The eye of evil flames
them with one shoulder missing like it's 'Flashdance' Can't stand these motherfuckers that can't rap Tonedeff & Stan = instrumental like Sam Ash Fuck
Windows half down Pissed and disgusted ready to blow a half pound Bodies been to lost and found, around wantin' my crown Gun shots sounds evil faces and ash
Garden worm, cigarette Ash on the windowsill Hundred years, hundred more Someday we may see A woman king Sword in hand Swing at some evil and bleed
, cigarette Ash on the windowsill Hundred years, hundred more Someday we may see A woman king Sword in hand Swing at some evil and bleed Black
the Lord I have made the call Now let the end of humanity begin" Ash and fire enshrouded the sky And the river's running dry Ash and fire enshrouded
m losin' my mind, tryin' to stay high Gotta link with my B.N.C. It's the life of my man who lived for the root of all evil I can't knock him though, '
a know bout me lyrically, i be a young lady come for set the M I C on fi-are, Take dem ravers dem higher met the evil, say ya neva be like demon an den
leather wings and soars above the land He strokes his pointed beard and casts an evil eye toward man Unchains the dogs of chaos to complete his evil
Pulling up mandragore Chained to the ash forever more Deaf to the world's grey roar Digging up treasures vile and foul Eye for an eye for a rune
worm, cigarette ash on the window sill hundred years, hundred more someday we may see a woman king, sword in hand swing at some evil and bleed black
