leaving this town With a hell bloody trail The corpses of conscience are consigned to hell The road's up ahead, he will see you tonight 'Cause the beastmaster's coming So
I know it won't last And I don't care Out of the fat and into the fire Here comes the wall, I'm gonna get fried Nobody cares what happens to me And I
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no pain for you or I.) You say, we say, I say, you can't tame the wild You say, we say, I say, you can't tame the wild Back in the night, kickin' for
: Fear of the devil, that's kept me alive Now I have to answer, 'cause God's not on my side I rode to Montana and California, too Down to Arizona, yeah
: We're the people of the plains We're the true Americans Here we live and here we die Our land Come and face us, yellow hair See our feathered pride
call my name: Mystica Deamonica Well, his key to freedom is his name itself An age-old tounge spoken by himself And he hasn't been idle in this tomb in the ground So
one and all We'll fight the bigots once for all The tempest starts to come alive How is it, that you are so blind? So don't despair, you Rodney Kings Hate, kill, different, so what
bar and looked around Didn't like much what he saw and what he found Too many faces with an attitude Too many dudes that were do uncool Y'hear what I'
: I am the keeper, soul, heart stealer I'll put a spell, a spell on you - voodoo Dog's dinner, such a winner I'll steal your life away Black eyes, gambling
gasmask til all these vapors clear for hours, with all her powers just to see how your Range Rover feel, on the real, that's head over wheels [Chorus: G-Depp] So what
up Rolls 'em up [Tadatay] Represent the tip of the Sco Lettin' hatas know How a playa roll when I hit the door Lettin' off smoke like the wild wild west
was that And this was then And that's what girls are for Hangin' round arcade precincts foodhall or even shopping malls Well I know What you know And
get wild 'Cause freaky shit is what I like and I love to see two bitches dyke My favorite time is 69 Bitch you know it's hoochie time Fuck what you heard
they butt-ass naked Bend on over, show me what you got 'Cause I'm down for a table-top So work your body, strip left side Make me smile, get buck-wild
times I takes mines so serious Gotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness If I fail, then I suffer, bein broke is hell 4 a hustler So I stay
Cause muh-fuckers think I'm buggin, so now I'm in this high powered cell at the county jail Punk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what do I do