my bustin microphones start to lust and Words plays over power practice might bust em The black male persuasion known to hunt you for Satan The Big Apple
God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay Remember Christ our savior was born on Christmas day To save us all from Satan's power when we were
God rest ye merry gentlemen Let nothing you dismay For Jesus Christ, our Savior Was born on Christmas Day To save us all from Satan's powers When we were
God rest ye merry, gentlemen Let nothing you dismay Remember, Christ, our Savior Was born on Christmas day To save us all from Satan's power When we were
liquor 'Cause bein' an ad-libber he'll be in a bag with ya I'm seein' a bad picture of bein' a cab skipper Broke as f*** waitin' for Satan to come and
God rest ye merry gentlemen Let nothing you dismay Remember Christ our savior Was born on Christmas day To save us all from Satan's power When we
(traditional) God rest ye merry gentlemen Let nothing you dismay For jesus christ our savior Was born upon this day To save us all from satan's power
twice as much Might as well put the knife away Now I use power tools, how about now while you in the shower? Scour you for six hours till outage of power
men So faggidy, faggidy, faggidy, raggidy Ann and Andy No, raggidy, Andy and Andy, no, it can't be, it can't be Yes, it can be, the fuckin' Antichrist is back Danny and Satan
God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay Remember Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas Day To save us all from Satan's power when we were
just a sucka, and can't get a fuckin' crumb I ain't lettin' niggas rap no more without my approval or stamp I'm drunk on power, I don't feel the weed
dome was near Feet walked over rose petals, song from the ghetto Face froze in gold like the pharaoh A dawn in glory, robe of light, a powerful cherub
See I'm tired of the sparkly shit, niggaz talkin' shit I wanna see the streets dark again, let the heaters spark again Police callin' all cars often powerful
the banks loan art to the churches Satanic Reverses Bail-out the banks loan art to the churches Satanic Reverses Bail out the banks loan art to the churches Satanic
see you, yeah, shake that booty c'mon, I like that, ..., let's go) Verse Three: Mase Now what the whole world's been awaitin (remix), Mase in, money makin (hah!) Three sixes, la-dies think I'm Satan
none cross you on your way Bear in mind that are born of Satan's power And finally let our dreams come true We are the sons of Satan We are the sons of
the world in half, Punisher punish 'em 'Til they lose the hopes and dreams They had then Armageddon finish 'em Yo I'm bout as braze as Satan, no exaggeratin
God rest ye merry, gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, Remember Christ our Saviour Was born upon this day; To save us all from Satan's power When we were