s get strangled by the seven holiest triangles Eye of magnum, plexy glass beams that see through Sons of Evil, like Ronnie Knievel I believe you, of the lamb
freakin' 'em out they mind D's with diamonds on 'em, jackers, I know they want 'em Not, you see the watch, Rollie or G-shot You hear me four, five blocks
Five hundred years like gelignite Have blown us all to hell What savior rests while on his cross we die Forgotten freedom burns Has the shepherd led his lambs
finally found me Made lemonade from my mistakes -- the sweet from the soury 10 verse 4 in Romans says -- disobedience ends with faith In the Son of Man Oh, Mama, I've believed on the Lamb
Jackie was a lamb but she never gave a damn Now stand up Caught up in the ring, she fell into a sting Now stand up Look into her face, you will see yourself
butchered like lambs at the slaughter. Johnny Turk he was waiting, he'd primed himself well. He shower'd us with bullets, And he rained us with shell. And in five
might? no way, marionette who will clap and obey, dude, look, all that noise? call that flight of the water boys, meet and greet and they all slap five
in key hole Media breather needed mural to hide all while your friends 'n neighbors press stethoscopes to the dry wall To the worm tongue tight (tongue), bitten behind a vamp chopper foaming, lamb
CHAPTER FIVE isolated silent warfare germ gestapo all of the seeds condemned controlling and disabled the greed infection in disguise behold united lambs
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter Johnny Turk, he was ready, he primed himself well He rained us with bullets, and he showered us with shell And in five
[woman] Talk yourself into number 512, okay [Jandek] (Lamb are you, huh?) [woman] I have found it's very simple [woman] To talk yourself into number five
your strip wet I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats Player haters talking 'bout they gonna get Freck I'm in the Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck
been on TV like, MTV and, BET So T-R-L and one-oh-six, I'm in heavy R.O. when they play my shit Momma push whips like BM Dubs And your B.M. trip when she see me in the club The man, five
called Suvla Bay We were butchered like lambs to the slaughter Johnnie Turk was ready, oh, he primed himself well He rained us with bullets and he showered us with shell And in five
a chicken hawk and I'm hunting chicken and watermelon It ain't nothing but hard time bailing Just got a misdomener 'Cause I got a deuce-five and I'm
had a little lamb Little lamb, little lamb Mary had a little lamb Its fleece was, oh Mama, mama, I searched these hills for my sweet lamb I carried
lose me I guess another beggar can afford to be choosy I come to the maximum, artist on a major label Any duplication of this one is fatal On one to five