Pray to god one more time Before you hear the bells chime You searched for salvation, but entered damnation Trapped by the claws of death, you die for your god
and blow ya to Sod oh my God boy, you didn’t go there, no you did not, I got a whole story board for you, boy your da plot, your gettin got whether you
think God had a plan for me? But he won't be layin' up in my casket or doin' life in the can for me, Maybe I'm brazen or paranoid than a bitch, Me
, sweet juliet two star-crossed lovers married looking for regrets by daybreak I'll be gone and looking for your kiss lend me a drop of poison waiting on your
The god of deception a man with your face see him still wondering searching for your grave needles called luster it's only a one night stand and you
in your heart you know Your faith is already bought and sold All my life I served the cross Always believing my God was a just one I maimed for you –
God bless our cheating hearts And damn your lies If this just in our heads then We'll keep on living our perfect lie One day at a time God bless us.
preserved forever, with a fountain to spray on your youth whenever ’Cause I really always knew that my little crime would be cold that's why I got a heater for your
will take their lead no more I will not lie in shallow graves (I'm nobody's slave) [barbarian] let it be known, by Thor the god of lightning I have
fear of real world outside Kneeling prostitute your souls To reach his kingdom way up high And then you castrate your pride in search Of answers to your
’ve made my bed so I’ll lie in it! I’ve dug my grave so god help me die in it! Just like the living dead, YEAH! I've got a taste for something.. I don
Halle, smokin for Lil' Shawney Still reppin Bad Newz, and all my soldiers for me Enjoy some better days, dispute burdens I carry See cousin hookin money, for God
And ahhla back with the god and bus-a-bus nigga This time I'm Bringin' the shovel so I can come and dig another grave For all of you bustards what the
drugs Choke off haze and sell attics coke for days Same clothes and no soup to shave And I still got a gun on my hip for your open grave We used to get
don't wanna fight But ya niggaz be playin' Thinkin' its alright keep playin with that road And you gonna know the night When you layin in that cold Dirt gettin' tossed in your grave
Verse 1] No, no I won't settle for nothing less than the air that I breathe I-I-I know it's a struggle, but who the hell g'on do it for me Who the hell
no grave for you to tend The feathers fell to dark intrigue A tell-tale praise – a solemn need Reconciled with torment fraught Swallowed down the throat of nought Your
