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soldiers to save. Put jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves. Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves. Then sends them out to the jungle. . Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he
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graves, one for every Love I ́ve had. Only once I have broken my so called heart. Only one made me see why they cry. Will I learn how to be one of you someday?. Will I still feel the eyes that behold me
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, let's make 'em pay. Bound in chains, first born was sent down to their graves Moshe, was saved and a prince he was raised. Hashem, spoke to him, here's a message to relay. Take my nation from Mitzrayim
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When the sky breaks it rains. So just let the H2O splash upon the graves. Of all the souls I used to know but now have passed away. Men say that time can heal a situation. But this pain is not a
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to the sky. Saving, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken" Chorus. The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save. Put jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves. Puts the pied pipers in
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you damn rappers cursin' The country we live in was built by slaves. Beat at and murderd and stuffed in they graves. You put a slave owner on a 1 dollar bill. And you wanna know why I kill people
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mistakes. Like high, hot hauls, through highway tolls. with bigger brothers for hungry trolls. Each horn sharpened by eye sockets torn,. standing on the graves of the worn. Welcome to the place
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Verse. When the sky breaks it rains. So just let the H2o splash upon the graves. Of all the souls I used to know but now have passed away. Men say that time can heal a situation. But this pain
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graves. I see no day I heard him say. So grey is the face of every mortal. . Oh oh people of the earth!. Listen to the warning the prophet he said. For soon the cold of night will fall. Summoned by
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blood spill, the chills. Comes are you getting the feel of graves?. Heaven to hell, (Help me!). ?. You better be leaving now, or else we. Have to kill your daughters, they caught us. And brought us
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jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves. Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves. Then sends them out to the jungle Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps. With
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, frontin just ain't my forte, I'm all foreplay. Hoppin' out the porsche, drop products on graves. My slow grind story niggas cosign for me. Y'all slouch rappin' fake trash niggas' rhymes bore me. Adore
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soldiers to save. Put jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves. Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves. Then sends them out to the jungle. . Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he
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. Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck. And now he's locked away. 21 years of age. How many lives will go to waste?. As far as graves. Until I see some * change. Oh, and I don't even know how. We can
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that you ***ed with the Jakes. Pass me the K, bullets put face on the pave. Chopper put niggas in graves. Bullets put face on the pave. Chopper put niggas in graves. I’m sipping on Actavis. I call that
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away. And in this mess. I think I dug a thousand graves. Talia, I hope you're happy anyway. But four drinks I'm wasted. I can see you dancing. I can lay down next to you. At the foot of my bed. If I
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worrying starts to hurt. and the world feels like graves of dirt. Just close your eyes until. you can imagine this place, you're our secret space at will. Shut your eyes, I spin the big chair. And you'll
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overload. Shoot you for the fame. Lies flow fast like TV futures. My lows, my lows, my lows Disinformation. Dancing on graves. All ego reminiscence. All your evil little ways. Ways, ways, ways
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. You won't go to heaven. You won't go to hell. You remain in your graves. With the stench and the smell. Oh dambala come dambala. Oh dambala come dambala
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there. Carnage, rambling. What is to do but dig. Dig bones out of earth. Mud graves! Timber! Morbid trenches!. Here come the earth intruders. There'll be no resistance. We are the canoneerers. Necessary
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there. Carnage, rambling. What is to do but dig. Dig bones out of earth. Mud graves! Timber! Morbid trenches!. Here come the earth intruders. There'll be no resistance. We are the canoneerers. Necessary
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there. Carnage, rambling. What is to do but dig. Dig bones out of earth. Mud graves! Timber! Morbid trenches!. Here come the earth intruders. There'll be no resistance. We are the canoneerers. Necessary
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there. Carnage, rambling. What is to do but dig. Dig bones out of earth. Mud graves! Timber! Morbid trenches!. Here come the earth intruders. There'll be no resistance. We are the canoneerers. Necessary
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to their shadows. I play among their graves My heart is never broken. My patience never tried. I got seven days to live my life. Or seven ways to die Seven days to live my life. Or seven ways to
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there. Carnage, rambling. What is to do but dig. Dig bones out of earth. Mud graves! Timber! Morbid trenches!. Here come the earth intruders. There'll be no resistance. We are the canoneerers. Necessary
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. So I forgot them to. I listen to the shadows. I play among their graves. . My heart is never broken. My patience never tried. I got seven days to live my life. Or seven ways to die. Seven days
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Yeah, I know. A lot of you niggaz don't plan on the day when you'd have to see me. You see, I'm that nigga that you should really be afraid of. I dig graves for niggaz like you. We gon' get more
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merciful and God bless his children. That's how we gonna reconstruct them buildings. So stop the killings, we runnin' out of graves. In the land of the free and the home of the brave They don't know how
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you, no ricochet. That pussy boneless, that's Chick-fil-a. I * with real riders and they tickets paid. For them dead presidents we will start digging graves. I swear my momma trust my work, so I
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booties. And help these niggas make their movies. All these niggas into their graves. And top these hoes out their coogies Came back like the Mack, Caddy cut dime in the back. Eight track slap off the
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city. Small town famous, our names in graffiti. This town is ours, cross our hearts, keep our secrets safe. And every tale will be swept into our graves. To all the jocks and the punks. The freaks and
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strafing air blood raid Infiltration push reserves. Encircle the front lines. Supreme art of strategy. Playing on the minds. Bombard till submission. Take all to their graves. Indication of triumph
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their graves. Indication of triumph. The number that are dead. . Chorus. Sport the war, war support. The sport is war, total war. When victory's a massacre. The final swing is not a drill. It's
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the critics have to say. . Waiting. Waiting. For the verdict. . Some people live so fast. They're so scared of getting old. Some people keep on working. All they do is line their graves with
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Burning down Neverland, scatter the ashes. White lines, black tar, the matches. Is this another dead by misadventure?. Tell me what you got, what you really got, hey, hey We'll rest in our graves
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Burning down Neverland, scatter the ashes. White lines, black tar, the matches. Is this another dead by misadventure?. Tell me what you got, what you really got, hey, hey We'll rest in our graves