of Sodom and Gomorrah Punk shit all around everybody been callin clown ? crawl in town get wicked wit the sickness is fallin down Over this basic gay shit erase it face
I make 'em Slim Fast, lookin' like stick figures I'm all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows Get more panties than hoes that boost Victoria Secret
the world saga, streets flooded with lava Mommas and papas, toddlers, hip-hoppers, and rastas Rock stars and mobsters, above streets in helicopter Filled with doctors readin' the death
real, ain't nuthin sugar about the steel will Amuse we toke twos and sip booze, tuck spliffs Revealin the gift of the death wish Now rulers, time hooters
for thought or rather mind wine The Don Juan, features the freak shit, my thesis On how we creep quick, fuckin' your wife that ain't so secret It's
and where I'm heading to It never really bothered me this way I guess I got the secret agent blues All this killing is really got me down I got the secret
inside her head Old symbols Spell castingAre the effects long lasting Long enough to hear the words they've said Strange voices Rape faces A man of the
that never ends to make amends With the friends that you've had since the day that your life began You're caught up in the rat race with your face disgraced
She has the dream of loss That walks upon the fire The scream into the void She gives the kiss of death she breathes the pain On fallen angels faces
I watch him do what I used to do So if he dies an ugly death or even if he faints I'll be there at the window with my face pressed up against Maybe
money, first you gotta be smart Check his race and his bag to see if he's strapped And hit him once in the face and that's that Well, where you at then
2Pacalypse And for once I was down with niggaz, felt good In the hood bein' around the niggaz, yeah And for the first time everybody let go And the streets is death
In death, you face life with a child and a wife Who sleep-walks through your dreams into walls You're a soldier of mercy, and you're cold and you curse
the realms of death reverse Until them my aim is true I will wait for you Some world desecrate This sacred place Dare to look upon my golden face Those
field he also won renown as the inventor of gargling. which prior to that time had been practiced only furtively by a remote tribe in the Who passed the secret
need now is to hang The rope does swing, hanging from the darkened ceiling Strangling, dangling from my twisted spine I knew I would enjoy death more
Face to face with your destiny Hand to hand with your silence The cartomancer turn up your life The weak wall of your secrets No lies, no question Running