Got a life sentence. For taking part in a brutal murder. Of his own siter. Caused by sexual drives.. Sentenced by humanity. Cursed for brutality. For the cliched.
Spotted with woman's blood. I feel her smell around. Eyes starring at abyss - disappointed. - Why death and rape connect me - with it.... Her arms - pointed with long sharpens.
I relase your blood. I let flow - more. And more - I smash. Pieces of you on the wall. Your body no longer resists -. You are to surrender -. - You are to die..
[Music: Yattering, Lyrics: Jhabba]. . Another sleepless night. A wish of leaving a trace,. Of impression of your own. Individuality on this. Valley of weeping.
Inside torture. Appearing - between disposed legs. Covered with blood. Bloody gift from nature. Torpid brain won't give any tears. But other will listen to the mother's scream.
Wait for the sky to fall. waiting for someone to call. expecting your miracle. but with no prayer at all. with your eyes you do not see all of the history.
She locked the door behind her and headed out of town. And it don't much matter where she's bound. She left it all except a heart full of memories. And scars you never see, from.
(Wally Wilson/Paul Nelson/Larry Boone). . There's something funny 'bout the two of us. We never fight, ah we never fuss. We just can't get enough if you get my drift.
There's a thousand ways to tell you. What's weighin' on my mind. On this heart shaped rock at lover's peak. Above the city lights. I take off my jacket, put it around you.
Just imagine a man with no hope and no faith. Would he believe in true love, well no way. Just going through the motions emotionally. Without you here to show him, how good it could be.
"not havin it". "my lightning my thunder". It does not end. "not havin it" "my lightning my thunder". "not hav--". . Xzibit (lightning) defari (come on) "not havin it".
Your bags are packed sittin' by the door. Your mama's waitin' outside in the car. It won't do no good to try to stop, you now. 'Cause you think you know for sure.
Xzibit intro:. Yes yes. ahh ahh. bring it live. Yo it's the x to the z from the likwit squad. . Hook:. "one mc" "after" (x3). "on the mic"- souls of mischief.
(xzibit): yea. that's what I'm talking about. (ras k.): yea. (xzibit): the homie john john up in this motherfucker. (ras k.): yea. (xzibit): mr. x to the z with a public service announcement.
[G Child] (Xzibit). That's some good dope. Ain't nuttin' like some good dope. Yeah, umm hmm. That's some good shit, man. Woooo, Spaceketeers. Hey, This is the G-Child.
[g child] (xzibit). That's some good dope. Ain't nuttin' like some good dope. Yeah, umm hmm. That's some good shit, man. Woooo, spaceketeers. Hey, this is the g-child.
Yeah c'mon welcome yeah huh. There's plenty of room for everybody man. Yeah bangin' come on yeah look. . Huh, stay in my lane like a hustla never hate a motherfucker.