Hah. Rah Digga. Spliff Star. Flipmode. In ya face, nigga. You wanna battle, nigga. . Yo, yo, yo. It's my time to shine and I'm a shine bright. Sodomize the mic, get the crowd hype, make 'em want to fight.
Forty days on the road,. And my heads overloaded. I almost exploded. In the heat of the moment.. Now Im sure that Ive blown it.. . Forty nights on my own,.
Our circles intersect at points. Where we're both losing interest. And friends of friends are everywhere. Just trying to do their best. I'll circle you into my world.
We'd gathered up a herd of longhorns bound for Abilene. A peddler came out to the camp selling notions that we'd need. Among the things he had to sale was a Bible old and worn.
Says she's got another life. That I am living in my friend. Through and through she says. It's nothing I can change. I always was the one. The celebration ends without a sound.
And if I couldn't attain. All I need to explain. Would she even look me in the eye again. She sits back and ignores. My need to adore. Intimidations got me down again.
The cigarettes and babies. The cops and the crazies. The faces come faster. When you're not around. The clowns and the daisies. All smile when they chase me.
Made by the, ah, Flesh. (Flesh, Flesh, Flesh, Flesh). (The Flesh, the Flesh). . Slowly, slowly, seep inside you, open up wide. Deep in your mental, Flesh'll get you mesmerized.
Intro:. Alright, now let's do this (Flesh). Knocc Out and Flesh, my glock to techs. We comin' 2 serve ya (BG Knocc Out). Knocc Out and Flesh, with tha glock cock.
Do you really wanna fuck with me?. No, oh, oh, oh, no, nigga, never Flesh. Sooner or later, all of you haters gonna catch vapors. You don't wanna test.
Do you really wanna fuck with me? no, oh, oh, oh, no, nigga, never flesh. sooner or. later, all of you haters gonna catch vapors, you don't wanna test..
Where did it all begin?. Don't know yesterday. Can't think of tomorrow. . You can't choose me. 'Cause I've chosen you. . And all I ever had is gone. And lost, that's true.
Well I'm just a cat burglar. Lonesome rooftop wanderer. Yeah I'm a wanderer. You'd better wake up slumberer. Who's rappin' at your window?. . I'm lying on your persian carpet.
Dark and cold as my body awakes. Deep in the tomb of the night. Woke by the call of the undead I rise. Revenging their souls before the light. . Prepare the abysmal path.
[music: Mike / lyrics: Bastian]. . Bloody rain - Drippin' down from the sky. Discrepancy - The war between low and high. Former ages - Reign of superstition, magic rites.
Baptized in blood. Chosen to reign. For evil's sake. You're the center of hate. . Drown in blood sacrifice them all. Angel of darkness. Take their souls one by one they fall.
Slimy, rotten bastards. Eating from my grave. Better leave this corpse undone. Soon you'll feel my rage. . I will change your passion. To things beyond your mind.
You know how to hold my hand. You know how to make me mad. You know everything about me. We've been together longer. Than most of our friends have. But they don't know that it's not always a party.
Let me tell a story. Of a dream of a flower. Being in love forever. Being in love. . Where the sky meets the land. He's a child of its beauty. Dreams about a flower-friend.
Left it in the road with a bottle and a toad. and i wrapped it 30 times in a steal chain, baby. My bike is gone. Left it in the street with a bottle at your feet.