, self deception Deceit and lies, gonna rule the game Black soul, you're breathing the poison of evil Delusions of grandeur, the soul eating plaque Black soul
, self-deception Deceit and lies gonna rule the game Black soul you're breathing the poison of evil Delusions of grandeur, the soul-eating plaque Black soul
Traducción: Running Wild. Soul Black.
game, self-deception Deceit and lies gonna rule the game Black soul you're breathing the poison of evil Delusions of grandeur, the soul-eating plaque Black soul
Me Smile I Like Inflicting Pain I Am Insane! I Am Insane! Running Wild a?? Collecting Lives a?? I Got A Passion For The Kill Look Into My Eyes See My Tainted Soul It's Black
Cause nigga's be killing me My nigga's be buck wild and I be filed since a juvenile Nigga I got too many styles (Ken Dawg) I got to be fast nigga didn't see these niggas running
into the Wild Hunt. I'm chasing my shadow inside my own soul I am the persecutor of my self in the wild hunt The horned god take me through infernal
But you can't quite turn away I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away It's foul in the street, criminal in the street Little child running wild
t got no love in my soul don't fuck with me know who I be LaChat that murdering hoe {T-Rock} I got him running from my slugs wrath niggas get they mugs
is sending Black evolutions of [Incomprehensible] you are hearing The dark supernatural is the world we call our own home Lightning in the mind [Incomprehensible] But we're wild
black and tan when I'm a wreckin' a crew I'm like Bill Lee writing when he's in Tangier's And now I'm on a soul safari with my Beatnik peers Analog
it's Busta Bust In God we trust another one bites the dust Hey Ramp fuck that! I was 'bout to see this cat Some niggas pulled up in a black Suburban
in black fire Gonna turn that orchestra on Like a bell Ooh calms me down The cello sound Running down to the dead man saloon Drinks are wild in the afternoon
[ verse 1 ] This cant be real only imagination Running wild in you I can see the signs writings on the wall It's coming home This is my world dripping
just the temperature and it wasn't just the season Black day in July, black day in July Motor city's burning and the flames are running wild They reflect
side of wild (Now you're) Satan's child Cold retribution the only solution Satan's child On the darker side of wild On the darker side of wild
shade Black, souls insane, invade the world's with a feast of war and pain The final fight will be done when they are dead and gone Agents of black They
