Lyrics:
A Huntingdon Celebration

I hate your church, I'll burn your state A bleedin' heart, a seal of fate There is no crime within my mind I'll sell your life and preach your death A

this booklet were taken at a 16th century hunting lodge in Portugal, where Elisabeth Feryn and I stayed for a week. Within the lodge was a courtyard,

, cash, weed, cars, ghetto celebrities, hood moviestars Gat slingers now rap singers is who we are, Nasty to Nas, Nas to Escobar Rhymes, cash, da weed, cars, ghetto celebrities

mortis ! Luciferian Revolution ! Far beyond the sky, Far beneath the heavens, Where once before I died, To perpetuate my hymen... ..with a star... Heading

you a merry crucifixion, I wish you would get a new religion I wish you a merry crucifixion, and a crappy new year [Verse] Jesus ain't nuttin but a corpse

next to a model Crazy how I elevated everyday celebrating Dreams do come true exercise patience Life is kind a bitter ain?t it, it?s full a pain

burn your state A bleeding heart A seal of fate There is no crime Within my mind I'll sell your life and preach your death A wicked plan born of contempt

unweathered through storms, only with women or middlemen un-fuck-wittable don, lyrically pinnacle never needed a pen to do gettin' green like good lawn, watch me riddle this song, this tracks a

hunting for Speak up please I don't know what your saying I can't hear you from the loud music In the back that's playing Grab a glass, take a shot Tonight