Esham Lyrics
Esham Lyrics
"Crib Death Lyrics"
Sueisfine Lyrics
I will don't leave Me here alone, oh Sueisfine/Suicide Hold hold hold me Talk a lot don't brood again Sueisfine/Suicide Give me (fuck cunt) Now you'll tas
I will don't leave Me here alone, oh Sueisfine/Suicide Hold hold hold me Talk a lot don't brood again Sueisfine/Suicide Give me (fuck cunt) Now you'll tas
Hardcore mother fucker....
Esham is the unholy!
Hardcore mother fucker....
Esham is the unholy!
So not alot people realize, that you know,
Rock-n-roll is truely black music.
Esham! Esham!
And you look at it as music you know,
And anybody who said rock sold out, they can basically suck my dick,
Esham! Esham!
I mean
The Seventh Trumpet Lyrics
I can no longer tell the days from the nights. The moon glows an eerie red and I could swear it was covered in blood. Something big is going to happen something so big it
you don't wanna talk about that shit you know, I can no longer tell the days from the nights. The moon glows an eerie red and I could swear it was covered in blood. Something big is going to happen something so big it
It's bullshit
I hear screams at midnight, you're bitin' the dust,
Cuz my voice is cursed, so dangerous that your mind busts,
A brain panic, so gigantic, a skitsofrantic,
The psychitrist diagnosed me as being manic.
The problem ain't me though, you can never see no,
Hear no, say no, unholy ev
Real Life Lyrics
I was young,he was old We both, were the same age Everyday, playing fetch Shaking hands He'd lick my face And I was unaware, the day would come And when he di
il. I was young,he was old We both, were the same age Everyday, playing fetch Shaking hands He'd lick my face And I was unaware, the day would come And when he di
Brothas have died, so many mutha fuckas tried,
To get to the other side, the path is suicide.
I don't give a fuck, and you ask me why, bro,
I wanna get paid, pussy, and then I wanna die, yo!
I said I'd rather be dead, so go ahead and kill me,
Satan's got my soul, I gave it unwillingly.
God bless the child with the black and red T-Shir
Plain Jane Lyrics
She falls somewhere in-between Levi's and Vogue Magazine She doesn't paint on her face But what she does she does with taste. And you can call her Plain Jane
t, She falls somewhere in-between Levi's and Vogue Magazine She doesn't paint on her face But what she does she does with taste. And you can call her Plain Jane
13 ways to cook up A-C-I-D,
So if you wanna follow me, then I'm sure that you'll agree,
Monkey do, monkey see.
Upside down cross, many have got lost,
The witch jumped on your back and rode ya like horse.
Now you can't wake up, you're losin' your last breath,
Fell asleep listenin' to the radio, now it's a crib death