the Electric Castle! See how it embraces the sky! How insignificant the mere mortal, dwrfed by the majesty of its electric edifice! But first, my seven
wheel can you feel it Trippy face down trippin' so damn hard Head splits open stuffin' spills out into the car Drink a cup of dirty water and a load of bony frog Slip me seven
mad nigga fights Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes Mercy out on machines with loud pipes Nigga bytes, six-double-oh's, and you watch your bikes You want seven
God's sounded the alarm Dare not push the snooze button Your favourite metalhead and mine Child-molesting freak Used Seven Seals to scare his flock So
eatin' my insides Fuckin' my vision up, I swear to God I feel like givin' up Sometimes I'm laughin' with my money machine But they tryin' to put me on dialysis machine
I love to smoke, I smoke seven thousand packs a day, okay? And I am never fucking quitting I don't care how many laws they make What's the law now? You
fast, leave ya weak ass up in a sling In the infirmary, telling war stories like you was king up In my rainforest, yet the God rain the hardest Flame
, America is proud tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, Private White Seven bullets found their mark, seven bullets near the heart And the force of seven
machine i only had but one request how bout some vasaline(shut up!!!) im tired of this prison cell i need to get away, they sentence me to seven years not seven
I saw a lamb standing As thought it had been slain; Seven horns and seven eyes remain. The Son of Man, the first born of the dead; Knowledge will pass
The laws of God and the laws of man The laws of man, they don't carry The same weight as the laws of God Or the laws of nature in the nomenclature Do
then came the beast that rose from the abyss, like a big dragon with the colour of fire with seven heads and ten horns, with seven diadems over the heads
floating ten thousand feet off the ground... (This was a story told to me when I was just the age of 17, one which God himself dictated to me, he said
for them greens Layed back in the Lac and the pistol lean Some lable me a money making machine Because I be on the block twenty four -seven, serving
the fish and whales are corpses on the scab In the darkness soldiers gnaw their tongues in pain, you see so help me God, at the end of time they're screaming
my stomach growls again, I ain't none of you cowards friends Every human out of my sight before I count to ten One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
chasin my breath I am narrowly escapin my death, oh yes I am the Michael Schumacher of the Roc roster Travellin Mach 5, barrelin, my power can stop God God
They thought to be machines of a god. Killing, tormenting and nailing to crosses. Brutality, inhuman violence and hate their way to teach christianity