all that I smack niggaz down who think they all that All you rap niggaz cat fightin, just wanna be seen in the magazines, lip twistin lookin all mean
Won't see me on my knees Take my soul and save it, please Ten hail Mary's for my sin Paying heaven to get in Got no money for your basket A million times
Silkk talking: Silkk the shocker nigga, c-murder nigga, master p gc nigga, tru what the Fuack y'all wanna do Chorus Halloway We them down south killer
Look what you've done! I'm melting! Melting! Leader of Winkies She's - she's dead. You've killed her. Hail to Dorothy! The Wicked Witch is dead! Winkies Hail! Hail
We the grand goons, you just a lickle nickel dime hood [Verse 1 - Havoc] I'm the epitome slimeball, f-ck up out my eyesight F-ck is on your brain dog
it get-it, never let it self pass the word, eyeing stubborness Martyrs talks money causes in a harvesting Spartacus And someone, I've thrown long Hail
television, all hail grand pixelated god of fantasy, murder scape and perspective fuck a sore channel changed digit I sit with a nasty network intervenes
the planet screaming "What on Earth is that?" I sit back five dimensions Only to muscle the overcooked specimen Fending tragic fatality successful dodging violets All hail
(Chill with that ill behavior) - KRS sample Pull the pin out, sheep creep in wolf garb Fronted by the Hail Mary parry lunge mixer Kill the populace for
they calculate The falcon hates the mockingbird The farmer hates the drought I hate em all, I kick the bottom brick out shouting "Yes y'all" And blow
' italiano The mouth projects and I'll inject into your ears A new concept cuts soon in silence to be unveiled To the Cool J phenomena, all must hail
wreck and get raw Yeah I be the man comin' off that be raw It's Busta Rhymes givin' you much more, so Yo y'all one more time I come (Y'all) Knucklehead
handle that holds all the gates up, puncture the eyeballls, that seep all the muck up, read all the books and he people worth reading and still
Written by tommy shaw Lead vocals by tommy shaw It's coming on like a fever Burning deep inside of your brain Have you become a believer Have you gone
[eminem] I make music to make you sick of fake music Hate music like devil worshippin satan music So say your prayers, your hail mary's and jesuses Take
[Mr. Shadow] I follow you All of you Every single one of you Shadow be the man with the plan That'll shadder you Flatter you, with my style Let me show
's flames Doth cover all the planes Fight to the last Be more than war Friction in Mass Black hail and rain Nightmares outside the brain Unholy wrath
Ashes to ashes As they all fade in shrouds Brain washed they commit the murders One sheep is leading the rest to their doom Brain washed they commit