I like the universe. But she messes with my words. I'm not talking planets or galaxies. And the distance just makes it worse. I know what you're thinking.
Two glocks foe tha war, niggaz die foe that infantry. If I lay me down to sleep, I'd die foe that SCT. Mo Murda's jumpin on that Clair side, foe that late night (rumors and war).
Riot. . Flesh-N-Bone:. Yeah, yeah. Unh huh, unh huh, callin' all my trues trues. Mo Thug family. bringin' it to ya once again. Callin' all my thugstas, thugstas, thugstas,.
Artist: Mo Thugs f/ Ken Dawg, Krayzie Bone. Album: Mo Thugs Family Scriptures, Chapter 2: Family Reunion. Song: Ride With a Playa. . [Krayzie]. Hey (hey, yep, yep).
Jeg har hatt en vision, om kongeriket som. omfavner universet. Jeg s meg selv, i en. sirkel av kosmisk kaos. Jeg vandrer i. disse drommens ord skal p ny bli skrevet,.
You, you wanna see me happy. But on the other hand you wanna hurt me. You are trying in vain. . I, I know why you are doing it. The lack of love from parents.
Stripped and naked, raped and beaten. In blood she lies, alone to die. Nightmares torment the mind. Rage building up inside. No mercy for her cries. Revenge, they now must die.
Years have passed relentless killing. Piles of broken bleeding victims. Gruesome sight of walking decay. Soon to be returned to the grave. . Hunting for fresh blood.
Don't make this hard. It aint gotta be so tough. We can figure it out. Atleast thats what I tell myself now. And I aint tryna be bold. But we've got another love story untold.
Holding the secret. For life beyond death. Inject the fluid. Into the fresh dead. . Reanimation. Corpse now awakens. . Mass overdosing. Dead raging insane.
Searching for blood. Killing humans. Craving for flesh. Bloodlust for death. Gnawing on the mangled corpses. Stripping, tearing skins from the bones. Rabid hunger.
Infected, rabid flesh. Revenge for, acid death. Frothed-deathrage. Tortured-Fleshcrave. Hippie crazed cult. Rabid bloodshed. Massacred. Chopped and hacked.
Nice hair, where are we going to?. Don't care, I wanna go with you. She did it, she did it again. Right there, is what I'm talkin' bout. Don't stare, I kinda creep her out.
These words, I write them. No regard to the ink. I can formulate ideas and thoughts. Before I can think. . All we need is a war boys. Or everything is right here.
only a fledgling follows it's mother, follows it's mother. growing up, feels the same, feels the same. . roots can wrap around and choke. smothering from where it's born.
to function is almost impossible with the spinning words rattling. without a hit to calm them feelings overcome. and the angel that tries to push it away gets murdered.
Quin podr enfrentarse a l?. Quin creen que tiene el poder?. si tienen sabidura. denle las gracias a l. . Quin podr escaparse de l?. Quin podr burlarse de su ley?.
Remember our first love?. We will always have Zack Rice. We would both lift up our shirts. kissed him once you kissed him twice. . Tell me stories of myself.
Remember me, tenderly,. Show me to the bar,. Champagne please,. Half empty,. Don't fool around,. Remember where you are,. . Tell them to keep the cameras rolling,.