In a day of 1999 it had to happen The result of man's stupidity became real Death smell is everywhere In their nicely worked out war plan Through the
I'm in your absense tonight You left me in the dark and took the light So i'll wait in the silence that hides inside And don't bother leaving the light
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It is a cool rainy in fall and you feel a cold breeze Of wind around, there is no one out at this time, it's perfect for the A.G.D. You hear whispering
It's kind of cold in here tonight staring out I want the sunrise to come I looked for inspiration From above But i received none How could i be so down
to celebrate The tidal wave they think is great The ever beating heart that it wasn't They have begun They have begun They have begun To assassinate
I'm going I turn inside out The days that I've known I face to myself And give up the ghost I turn in my mind What time already knows In the Time Of The Assassins
human race Don't give a damn about anyone What gives you the right To put man's life in your hands You're a cold-blooded killer You must be insane Assassin
who harassin' The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin' Now I try to school 'em on the killin' and blastin' But season after season they recycle assassins
Busta Rhymes When i come and i hop and a skip and i rhyme and im dumb and im drop and a spit and i shine eyeyeyey, Nigga whatcu really wanna do Even though
And your stigmatic wounds Are "gently" inflicted by me. And you bleed! Torture Assassination The end of an era Let us "dance". Let us finish the game Vendetta assassination
Everlast and I'm ready to brawl Just when you thought it was safe to make a tape Two deadly assassins sealin' your fate Two deadly assassins makin' the
Virgin sexually assassinated balls deep severe vaginal trauma inflamed and swollen bleeding all over I go down and tongue fuck both canals consuming
woke to a voice it was distand, but distinct it called my name twice for an instant, I think I rose from my sleep as water might flow lurked in the shadows
the thousand-yard stare, Who gouged the notches in the family tree, Who hypnotized the guilt in career rhythm trance. Assassin, assassin, assassin, assassin. (Assassin
MY SISTER MISSING MALADJUSTED SINCE SHE WAS BUSTED DRIVING IN A DATSUN DRESSING LIKE AN ASSASSIN THE GROUND IT'S STOPPIN THE GROUND IT'S HOPPIN
to the assassin Turn to the assassin Turn to the assassin Turn to the assassin Go turn to the assassin Go make an appointment With the assassin
Death squads trained to serve the pigs rage for hegemony. Blood bath scenario- violence strikes again. And while greed writes the history, human rights