the P. J. 's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays. Young bitches is grazed each block is like a maze. Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed. From what I hear in all the stories
Bài hát St. Patrick's - Savatage. Hey there Lord it's me. I wondered if you're free. Or not asleep. This just won't keep. It seems I just don't see. Why all the things we asked. Or prayed would
desire. By the light of the moon. I hear the devils choir. Oh I am I said. The queen of the dead. By the light of the moon. I bring the kiss of death Now the sun is fallin'. Soon the night will be