, never surrender. We're standing strong There's a war left to fight Beware for the warriors return With swords held up high There's blood left to spill
fire pon John public me tell uno cease from uno war and wickedness Inna fornication ink dem gun finger dem go dip And ah chat bout dem ah voter hot wine
about a war We got Grump in the house, Rhythm X, and hoes galore Baththub full of liqor and wine M.D. 20/20, Ever Clear, and Rossi wine All the danksters
world" for having a baby girl sorta cock block I write rhymes like I come from the windy city With my crew, I click like simply, stand midi with reality Casually, I walk through these war
[Verse 1:] Use the eyes of the owl The sour patch kids got me out of wack And out of gas The hour glass spills as I'm left on the vasey without a vest
love When she enters your golden halls Millennial the whore Riding wide astride the horns of madness Clarions forth the war Spilling the wine of her
WAR! Only calmless spirits of corpses are passing by the altars of Bodom where everything but death is a lie To spill your blood to become our wine
the road That left in my self esteem Twisted and crunched Black metal and bones Who passed the buck Who pressed flesh to yours Spilling like wine And
We have so far sailed maelstroms Through the tempest light This man-o-war Spills forth with silks, spices & wines Not limerick's dungeons, 18 months could
driven to devourer the enemies heart envenomed arrows crossing the skies yet it falls eminent death ascends drink the wine of pure vindication spilled
fucking war (war) Only calmless spirits of corpses are passing by The altars of Bodom where everything but death is a lie (death is a lie) To spill your
WAR! Only calmless spirits of corpses are passing by the altars of Bodom where everything but death is a lie To spill your blood to become our wine We