Like horses wearing their masks, always facing forward - to what end or reward? its what katie says, oh, i feel disgust inside - i really need that discipline
're a '93 Jody Reed, so slow your speed Got motherfuckers fightin over weed I cut up guys like butterfly knives Should of died last, rhyme-wise I'm Jesus
's asking you to feel the narc, brother!) Hmm, it's fashion I'll find my own bullies to shake a finger wrapped in Realigned mine knives in divine justice
Dancing on rock 'n roll's grave Dancing on burning coals Dancing on "Jesus Saves" Dancing with old scratch soul Dancing on flick knives Dancing a stiletto
Let's save our arms, knives, tanks and guns. Let's put them in the shed until we fight a war not based on assumption. Let's save our bombs and set our
head that force me to walk.. with, Death in my pocket for the curious At your execution see twelve faces of Jesus in your jury this, Orange Agent, shit
me go to church and see the light. Cos the good lord's always right. So what, so what. <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> So what if Jesus
Come today Come today What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister? Ravaged and plundered And ripped her And bit her Stuck her with knives
sisters only weapons can decide Whose bed I share tonight And a cold Mr. Mister, he has got me in his sights If he shoots me down he has every right Sharpened knives
God Jesus saves! Jesus saves! Drink now his blood, and kill in his name. Let us pray, let us pray and prepare our snares for the promised day, Jesus saves! Jesus
Jesus slept? Stand up You're out of luck like two dogs stuck Iron Man be sippin rum, out of Stanley Cups, unflammable Noriega, aimin knives which stay
when I'm around of ya mans sneakers Have you appauled, saying it's ya ghost or ya damn preacher, but look (Lord have mercy, Jesus Price, P!) I'm Sephlo
Monster Kody, shoot faster than Kobe, nigga You bastards know me, the one and only Big homey from the Roc, I think you pastors lonely You need Jesus in
dreams Chorus: And he was just a gentle boy A real florescent light Cried pennies on Sunday morning Laughs nickels on Saturday night And your bullets they can't harm him Nor your knives
to my goal Know most of my soul was gone Fell from Heaven, tormented in Hell, locked in the cell While knives fell, mouth stitched, I passed the L Throat
know about that, love? Black gloves No back up, only this vest Only these teffs, only these lefts Fishermen knives that cut in your chest If I get jerked
to be just like you Well I just gotta be like, I just gotta be like you (Verse 2) Now all I see is money, cars, jewels, Stars Womanizers, tough guys, guns, knives