at your game they just gonna make it Gonna make it burn.... Burn the bridges Burn the flags They're burning buses to be in the mags Burning anything Burning
your game they just gonna make it Gonna make it burn.... Burn the bridges Burn the flags They're burning buses to be in the mags Burning anything Burning
', ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle Stunt I'll have ya homies burn a rest in peace candle As wise men speak, I listen and learn A man dies, a
Hold on tight Wrap your arms around me til your knuckles are burning white All your tears (All your tears) Couldn?t match the bitter taste of all these
bitter taste of all these wasted years You take take Everything that wasn't even yours Wait wait You don't got a hold of me anymore In a clear view
Dark magicks and havoc, now red carnage reigns! Like the prow of a blood-hungry vessel of war rending the waves of a midnight sea, a luminescent blade
a fading photo on a wooden shelf sneering in your face unlike the memory of the little boy from what you call "the good old days" the bitter taste of
waters Of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in Her Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead The bonesaw on the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A
gods' tongues A tight grip on me Ha ha! I burn in Hell No one makes me slave God remains insane Burden of no taste Life's reality If I had a choice
doing a twenty-five bid in the pen You got that? Getting your cup, I took a swig The bitter taste of the 'mezcal', free worm shit Droppin' a lesson,
pain grows stronger everyday and my soul is turning black Left alone with useless thoughts and a life beginning to crack If you could see inside of me and taste my bitter
upon his hips, her press her body close to his... He begs and pleads to pour this gasoline upon his head Light the match and burn him up. A stream of
they wouldnt like the way i taste im far to bitter im far to bitter they wouldnt like they way i taste im far to bitter im far to bitter this ship has
As mighty a man you've ever seen spitting amphetamine To all those congested, my job raw never clean A toast to the uncontested, murderer I mark your
