Hope, hope Filling a bucket full Lines, lines Between them I see the signs Of stars, of stars Heaven knows I?m alarmed By what?s been armed by us Luck
of birth I hear it?s calling me We?ve almost run aground And take a look around It?s very clear to see We?re on a ship of mouldy wood The wheel is broken
Yo, all the fans we love y'all We gon' make one fo' the haters like fuck that Old school nine eight can you see the Camilion Below in the celing wood
rest, we gon' lay these muthafuckas to waste You bit the pully nigga tell me, how the fuck did it taste From my gun, big guns, big power M. Woods, sixth
be? My beginning?, yo [Killah Priest] A dark December eve my mother conceive a species Some sorta rare breed believed to be of gods seed With royal blood
, my Queens bath it I walk past, they start wavin' Each arm, a thousand bracelets, face it, I'm the greatest Made women drunk from the royal fragrance
like (Deuce 6 x) I'm champion with (Luc 6 x) I guess, I am the (Truth 6 x) Chorus DJ PAUL Shut' Nigga Only been knock Same wood I'm winner baby I
my candy is so fresh, so clean I break them boys off when I pull up on the scene In my candy with ten coats sprayed tight And that North side royal blue
bet the hard way You said that you crapped out, a time or two Now it's time to swtich your game Boy what you lookin for? You need a royal flush, well
and floated wide; The mirror cracked from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott. In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods
Forever her soul will be a swan Until She feels The love of noble... In swan lake In swan lake In swan lake In swan lake Tired to ride in the royal
deoparte Si zimbeste ... fredonind: BLASFEMIE !!! "Iar tricolorul nebuniei adapostea pe-nvingatori!!!" English translate: Banner Of Blasphemy Three wooden crosses Three huge crosses of wood
gods Royal blood drips fom my dagger And I am lost I strived in lust for power And stained my path in blood Now the woods come to devour My throne of
coat when we left the bonfire party they constantly askin fo mo and tryin to pour me up a shot incredible hulk mixed wit vodka and a skotch on the rocks crown royal
the wing! Ash for our spear-hafts, Yew for our bow-staves, Oak for our deck planks, Oak and elder our shields. Hail, o' great liege of the ancient woods
'em don't put it on crossroads put it on your lost S and f**k the world those little girls in jonesboro died all alone down in arkansas woods little mitchell
don't put it on crossroads put it on your lost S and fuck the world those little girls in jonesboro died all alone down in arkansas woods little mitchell
Poacher come with his poacher's gun Out in the woods to shoot someone "My Lord, your time has come" Right between the eyes Fell his master not by chance