tongue has her poison And you will spread it as you breed In unique transylvanian ream Conceiving the creed of all creeds Vampiria, fly Vampiria In your eye burn
wife beater Levi's fresh from the cleaners Heavy starch with the cuff Like fuck it leave it to beaver Catch me in the galleria, plaza, Chesterfield Rolling down handly hills
fry in the kitchen Beans don't burn on the grill (that's right) It took a whole lot of tah-ryin Just to get up that hill I said but now we're up in the
buy sex Plus she got a friend so I hope she bi-sex I park right next to her, yeah that's me Plus the house up on the hill, baby yeah that's me [Chorus
I will pray and climb to the highest of highs To get back to the ground again And oh God to be home again With back drop hills and florescent lit skies Burning
of Salem, No can ever save them, God Hates - The Lords of Salem, No one can destroy them, Do you think they suffered, Up on Gallows Hill? Burn me and
When you're standing on the side of a hill Feeling like your day may be done Here it comes The strawberry smog Chasing away the sun Don't let those precious
and to brighten and to dim and to sleep and to wander in Nothing oh sweet nothing today we're doing nothing at all Yesterday I climbed a hill then cycle
's daughter's in love with the snake, Who lives in a well by the side of the road Wake up, girl, we're almost home! Sun, sun, sun Burn, burn, burn Moon
's in love with the snake Who lives in a well by the side of the road Wake up, girl! We're almost home Sun, sun, sun Burn, burn, burn Soon, soon, soon
nothing new Now go and show them That the world stayed round But it's a long, long, long way down You better run for the hills before they burn Listen
wit trick a heavy niggas Im talkin ski-mask Engage up out of the back seat niggas pull the triggers and I keep a tone, world-rone Dangers on, Hustle grown Sippin' on, Burn
dream in the cold cold ground cold cold ground gimme a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells blow the roof off the goat barn let it roll down the hill
running in the park And the city stopped, as I held you in my arms We could hear the sound of sirens all around us And the scent of burning oil was in
up And watch my every step so I don't have to duck Never wanted this, damn how a nigga stuck? Hit me on the hill nigga, I'm a' sack it up Rabbit on my
Wheres the fire? The water dowsed it Wheres the water? The brown bull drank it Wheres the brown bull? At the back of Burnies Hill Wheres Burnies Hill
six And it's Andrew Jackson's butt he kicks So Jackson learns to play politics Next time he's the one that the country picks Martin Van Burne, number