time The steam whistle moaned just twice Down in the cut past the old Tressel bridge Twelve fine horses stood Masked men shivered in the cold on the
on rap chrome Put it on seal it on, we're silicone Spark it on your Talkathon This rap phenomenon, to word is bond to the arms Hit me on the hip and
on his neck like ski masks Chill step on me Axe slash through a little fifty And crash I wanna drink knew shed pocket the cash Buck Samonite hype nigga Iron Man
the lamb Man falls and cuts and bleeds Man stumbles on his own belief Oh I'm a man, I know what it feels like I'm a man, working on the living part
Nancy saw him on the street His shoes were shined, his suit was neat She couldn't see his broken mind Behind the mask of being kind He sleeps inside the iron
Man, it's that deep It's a tragedy when you can test me Heard I run in houses, don't put it past me Hell, look boy, you betta tell deez niggaz Fo' I mask
be put back on that shelf "Kill the flesh! Kill the flesh!" screaming to himself The doll is standing above the puppet-maker's corpse The devil-mask covered
man. At the local gig on Friday, the zombies all would dance, and eat the eyes of the DJ, who put them in a trance. The man in the iron mask was shooting
In a corner forgotten away You lived for the touch For the feel of the steel One man, and his honor The smell of resined leather The sticky iron mask
s Candahar You gonna see so much red you think your man on Mars That concrete that's under your feet gon land on hard I got gooms that stand on guard
me to the basement let me count the holes in your foundation ancient ridicule system alert, kissing my lurk the perch of rare grimace on iron mask i
the regular run-of-the-mill American story. Mr. Fahrenheit. The stench of greasepaint on our faces, like "love the sinner, hate the sin". pass the mask
W/in a jail, w/in a gaol, w/in a white free protestant Maelstrom We're perched headlong On the edge of boredom We're reaching for death On the end of
my man Christ album Flip the pages of Isis Papers killin' racist Federal agents, roll up rockin' masks with they techs Computer matrix classified access throw on ya gas mask
in some doors, I'm puttin' a nigga on his ass And if he talkin' trash, I put him in a bag A body fucking bag, man, I shoulda wore a mask I stick a stick
some doors, I'm puttin a nigga on his ass And if he talkin trash, I put him in a bag A body-fucking-bag, man, I shoulda wore a mask I stick-a stick-and
hard in Madagascar While rigor mortis'll grab ya, him retarded I'm pass that gloves on, where the mask at? Too many love songs all the thugs gone What
be gettin' it on till I?m gone Look at all the stages I been on, all the songs that I spit on I took an oath to rip everything I get on A nigga like