, mad soul - Haitian A title, for this joint? Word Association {*7L scratching*} "Listen up as I take out the rhyme book" "Flow over beat, that's sort of my venom
lungs still breathin My brain still thinkin ain't none of ya'll eatin Over my dead body and my blood still bleedin I'm a rap rebel Clap a black metal
watch the blades still their thirst Sodomized and victimized Postmortem tales i speak for the dead Sodomized and victimized Postmortem tales i speak for the dead
for weapons Black Metal is the devil's fuel Ram painted abattoirs Hail the new born king Join the dead (join the dead) Beautiful goat regime Venomous
expect My thrashing metal is bullet proof. your primitive weapons are of no use Energy field, imprisons you, there's no escape Conquering, taking the dead
Making wicked smiles wicked frowns, we get down with our own gangster sound static kingdoms break you and your manhood shallow with shanks of venom metal
the cowardly tailors of my fate Unleash mastiffs of snarling night To overthrow, plague and burn As slumber lures me 'mongst the dead To scheme of my
wicked smiles wicked frowns, we get down with our own gangster sound static kingdoms break you and your manhood shallow with shanks of venom metal rattle
the way from the Cle-Town we got my man E Hella (Louie Town) Foundation!!! [Foundation] You never met a four, better with metaphors Metal for whores, like Tiger's metal
you think Y.M.C.A. was their best song- you're fucking gay All death metal songs were ripped off from Village People "Evil dead" by Death is actually
bread with Jesus at dinner Protected by a heavenly force, fuck a minister Niggaz know better, no one's letter is better than mine Everytime I rhyme, it's metal
they temperature Dead or alive They far from this ride When the dark rain arrives Everybody got ta die And why Do niggaz fake Like they never heard of the Nigga ta dead
My thrashing metal is bullet proof. your primitive weapons are of no use Energy field, imprisons you, there's no escape Conquering, taking the dead,