more hesitation, no more slipping away No more waiting for a loving grace You will crawl, let's not get personal You will serve an example to others A skull
, slay a hag Feel the flavor, freedom fag Get up early, do your chores Chase the murder with the rancid pores The thyroids with friendly blade The haunted
whoa) Tack on who didn't wanna act as gentlemen (whoa) Act on adrenelin, the cap gon' peel 'em Either that or rap gon' kill 'em - send them niggaz in them skull
his fucking ashes and evaporate 'em Or creep through the graveyard and hunt down your tombstone Dig up your skeleton and stomp all your fucking bones You try to haunt
Rise and fall, back up against the wall What goes around is coming back and haunting you It's time to quit 'cause you ain't worth the shit Under my shoes
't i love you you're my friend i handed him my wig and shot myself in the head then i stuffed a box of tissues in the hole in my skull i got in my mazda
your sight Now do you want to lose your face Scalpel in hand I pick the place ONE SIMPLE SLICE Your skin removed Slow breathing skull, the blood starts
dead, I masturbate with her severed head My lubrication, her decomposition Spending my life molesting dead children Intercourse with infants Curing heads on top of spikes boiling skulls
up Why does it have to be so dman tuff? I don't know where I can go To let these ghosts out of my skull My grandmas past, my brothers gone I never at
couldn't tell me nothin' with a brand new beard Couldn't wait, but kept survivin' the years We sold crack daily, crack mad bailey's, crack faces and skulls
torch and began to explore The tunnels wound and wound for many miles There were coffins jutting from the walls and more Burning bones, vats of guts, and skulls
apart your soul, destroy all in you believe my lust feeds upon your fears and your pain you hide inside i'm the misery that haunts you when you sleep
France from the top of a hill He stinks and says: "I f... the bottle," Too often he shoots at people and strikes at his skull! Rocca repels the attacks
keep my strength And my doors wide open for anybody that wants some But i don't even live inside a house, I haunt one! [Jus Allah] I'm a prize, FBI want
In oceans of light Haunts the bleak river Mindless spectre Summons malice without thought Insane paradox of dreams gone awry Stalked and thrown on funeral
one knows the magic secret And the reason of your transformation Children's fat on your skin [chorus] I've left my bed to fly away Every night I've haunted
line of my skull that hides behind my hair and skin, I see the selfsame skull of my father, and beyond the skull of my father, the skull of my grandfather, and the skull
