soil and the sod? Will you fight for the soul of your land? Well, where will you stand when the flood comes? Where will you stand when the flood comes
it comes to skills on the mic, I'm out for self Finesse is dangerous, so those who came to fuss Will fuck around and get smoked like angel dust Swift
? I feel alone Turn off all the lights Take me home If I can't have you, if I can't have you Then I would be a river dried up into dust I would be imprisoned
at all Soon I will join the dead When I'm gone, I'm gone forever I will never tell you The reason why I left you all alone Dust to dust, ashes to ashes
Angel comes home, his clothes in a cloud Of the dust and the dirt and destruction She waits inside, she knows he's arrived She feels this with no introduction
the marching band She picks herself up and she dusted off Then spun around Holding her head in her hands Two deep breaths and she's headed home With the angel
a bust that needs dusting off Cause a man keeps on running off Just dropping her cheese, but shorty got me's Taking trips to the tat shop, come on the
ashes, dust to dust Like it was meant to be So you think you found the key And own all the answers Come to me, my faithful sons Angels, close the gates
death's an angel Sickenin as fake Christian grins and pagans spinnin in bank rolls Makes us grim and stay stone and strays kids from the way home It's
and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous Crazier than a bag of fucking Angel Dust When I bust my gat motherfuckers
Ride Im A Shine Just A Deadly Game Of Life Fuus Trippin And I Try Im An Angel In Disguise Im A Bust Let It Thrust Angel Dust Got Me Stuffed Dont Give
just ride And get high and just ride [Jim Jones] Call my gang to bust, know you fags aint dangerous Must be high off angel dust, to think that you can
brain In hell you're an angel on the dust PCP Dip it wet stick it's numb numb Dank and weed They hit it quick Where I come from GHB This do it fluid
the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous Crazier than a bag of fucking Angel Dust When I bust my gat
less I know Friend or foe, there's only us [Chorus] I'm coming home again, home again And I hear you calling me home again I am coming home again Only
Angel comes home His clothes in a cloud Of the dust and the dirt and destruction She waits inside She knows he's arrived She feels this with no introduction
as you wrap around me in your misty ways and i never wanna see you go the way you play with me is mischievous as you float around my mind like angel dust
they start to cuss Shook niggaz hold they guns till they start to rust Bitch niggaz don't want no parts of us, we dangerous Tripped a few of angel dust