But visions and nightmares were raping his mind When he was a little child nothing seemed to be so cruel But life can be a killer of feelings and dreams Visions
visions and nightmares were raping his mind When he was a little child nothing seemed to be so cruel But life can be a killer of feelings and dreams Visions
(feat. Blueprint) [Blueprint] I spit with an immense amount of power Skull flame showers, cowards, cower, underneath our Storm clouds that indicate
were not afraid you want a clearer vision of the future that were headed just picture a boot on your fuckin skull forever if ya want a clearer vision
who wanna murder me Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster For me the microphone master Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull Fucky
he do heroin" [Del] Ain't got no idea where Teren's been I should take it to pugilism so I can fuse your vision with some realness Instead of these
And gruesome and vision in back of it A vast ship, I'm outslandish faggot But perhaps, in fact, my ax melt through your skull Is made of bats, I drink
woman with my cracked skull on her bosom In the web of the unforgiven and my heart beats a mechanical rhythm black and white images my animal vision
The beer i had for breakfast was a bottle of mad dog and my 20/20 vision was fifty percent off you said punch-buggy red and punched me right in my left
unless you avenge your opprobrium And immolate the evil ones ... to me Drenched in maternal blood Tear of insanity fall into oblivion Her father;s skull
t irritate me The pirates of violence will ooze the virus of science that created me The ambassador of massacre mass murderings slurs Trafficking white
torture and sodomy Hosted by Necrophiliac and ILL Cannibill Relax and smoke some crills I'll make your eyeballs go back in your skull and come out your
Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery Skulls
the beer i had for breakfast was a bottle of mad dog and my 20/20 vision was fifty percent off you said punch-buggy red and punched me right in my left
where I come from The beaches are littered with rotten coconuts And there are pieces of old skulls lying all around Jewels and sand and rising water Visions
I had a vision I was thirteen Saints appeared to me you must help the King Leave your home and follow the sign An Angel's voice will guide you so far
[Blueprint] I spit with an immense amount of power Skull flame showers, cowards, cower, underneath our Storm clouds that indicate the acid rain hours
