funny how's your life is it better how's your life are you happy without me how is your life how is your life how is your life how is your life are
combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp Break your concentration, murder your
he's regrettin' that! But yet we still ain't accept the fact, That he's fuckin' his mother, And at the Last Supper, he confesses that. He's an undercover, Male-Lover, And oh yeah, Heaven's
my whole world and if you think you will come and say this is enough there is no one but you, you're my soul's love and my love i love you to death
We talk about smart cards, life in the city It's shitty I concentrate, contemplate How can I take the weight? Wipe your tears for your son, mom 'Cos
soul to death The end of a life, the start of what's beyond With time you'll forget this passing of a friend And when all is done, it's hard to just go
kill me but I guess that it's OK I've lost all fate in a world so full of hate I don't fucking love music I just use it to escape I'm caught between
'Cause I'm destined to be I know you love to see me (6 Feet underground) why see do the Devil's Eyes You vision my demise so may your soul lie (6 Feet
build the body and the mind She reclines nine months then finally it's time What do we find? A little grown boy a mind with a tortured soul Addicted to a life
Hazel O`Connor Love can be torture Love can be joy to the soul Love can be mountains high Too high to go (Love) love is a freedom song (Love) love
the sword up You can have that for free before I take your best offer Stalker, preparin' for your sianora Torture, test my word as I come like orca Niggaz need life
see - the curious, the morbid Nero decides their fate - the arena becomes an assorted Spectacle played out en masse You soul means nothing, your pain even less As your loved
as if it's the birth of the worst And the Earth needs emergency sergury all of this hurt? How? Turn us into demons that's that's screamin I'm dreamin
known... Frightened boy child... kill what you love Spirits War in your Soul Fierce your Mind opens... Stranger Prisons Fear & Lust rule your Face [GOD:] Fortune's
this life's for Living six feet under with this corpse Back's torn from the former ashes, backlashes, Trying to backtrack to what happened From the early days, it's
then it's ouch I have a devils haircut in my mind That's why I be sucking blood and busting nuts in my rhymes, I'm horny so don't ignore me if your semi
up You can have that for free before I take your best offer Stalker, preparin' for your sianora Torture, test my word as I come like orca Niggaz need life
