Let him kiss me with the virgins love thee Look not upon me because I am black. I am the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valleys As the lily among
the darkness we ride On a bullet named Christ On a bullet named Christ On a bullet named Christ On a bullet named Christ On a bullet named Christ
the darkness we ride, on a bullet named Christ On a bullet named Christ On a bullet named Christ On a bullet named Christ On a bullet named Christ
the wine Poet without a rhyme A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell One last perfect verse Is still the same old song Oh Christ how I hate
Naked But You Never Had Me Like Christina Agulari But Catch Me Down The West Side Driving Like Halle Berry Or The FDR In The Seat Of My Car Screaming Out The Sun Roof Death
on this beat, this is foreplay And when this song finished, y'all can sing along with this By the way, I have a strong fetish for Christian Louboutin
Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum Strength 5 Boroughs of death we rep to death Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx.. [KRS-One] We hit em and get em, we stick
now And all my friends can do is pray for me now Only God can judge me Now that I'm dead and gone I finally got these niggaz up out of my business Death
If there's life after death, and if so, where we go I often find myself involved in deep thought I wanna see is heavens a place like we thought And Christian
His and He is mine? Bought with the precious blood of Christ No guilt in life, no fear in death ?This is the power of Christ in me? From life's first
try to be brave And not give death the satisfaction of seein me dyin afraid That why I rise from the grave singing church songs like I was Je-sus Christ
in mini skirts and big chests How can I not flirt with death That's life's a nigga, long as life prevent us We gonna sin a lot and pray to Christ, forgive
Come on, life, death Here, gone, yo If I should die don't cry my niggas Just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas And when I'm gone don't
to left, left to right If you fight to the death, what's left to fight We go right to left, left to right If you fight to the death, what's left to fight
the dream is gone it's a lonelier place Listen, yo, little Royce Nickel Nine, eyes wide with sight With a future as bright as the light in the eyes of Christ
While my enemies have lunch with my friends [Prevail] Children of the twilight, born in primal fury The hammer on the strings plays a death song wickedly
all over the land while I eat some trout Cause america, my motherland ain't hearing ya If I can catch her, thatcher damn I'll use my derringer Political polls calls for death
Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum Strength 5 Boroughs of death we rep to death Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx.. [KRS-One] We hit em and get em, we
