[Music by: Pedro J. Monge] [Instrumental] [Pedro J. Monge -b]
I've got everything I need To keep you at my side A new reason every day To keep my head up And this will be the last time You get to see my face
Out of fire, smoke and brimstone The dreaded one will rise Rise...Burn...Rise... Nobody knows who's the disciples of hell Father's a priest and he
hell we march (Into the mouth of hell) Into the mouth of hell we march Into the mouth of hell we march (Into the mouth of hell) Into the mouth of hell we march
: I've got everything I need To keep you at my side A new reason every day To keep my head up And this will be the last time You get to see my face
till it's over I said. Found myself with a cheap mask in hand. Drowned out. Birth has it's hands reached out to welcome the sound of hell. Open your
lonely nights, Existing in hell. In a loveless world we seem to live. My wings are torn. I suffocate. In the darkest place. Of the black market hell
[Soufside:] Ha Ha Say If you ain't know We go by the GS Boyz Soufside, Prince Charming, & Mr. Marc D You nasty [Hook: x2] Hit The Boo Hit-Hit The Booty
TO YOUR DAUGHTER! Called me old-fashioned, but I think trains kick ass! I don't need hot wheels to get to class! What the hell is wrong with him!?
I guide us through the fog To the light at the end of the tunnel We gonna fight, we gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march Through the swamp, we
crack sales Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me? Keys to ignition
protect you So they look into the skies the cries can be heard The word is obscene unwashed and unclean Wreaking havoc for the hell of it Whilst digging
, the star of David, Swastika or word of God, the hammer and the sickle or banner splattered with your blood. Camouflaged and drilled you await all hell
dry Nonsense I’m convinced it’s lies Truth to the youth is necessary Important? damn! I’d say very March! hut one hut two! C’mon, march! hut three hut
How the hell did you get all of that in dem jeans How da how da hell did you get all of that in dem jeans Cuz your waist so little and your ass it like
Crack [Chorus] For every shell that fell There's a story to tell They say you hustler then you going to hell Nah, I know God love's me Yeah, I know that
sum op the phrase for all left standing around in it Well I suppose we'll all make our judgement call We'll walk it alone, stand up tall, then march
ride with not what i got got ducked off the mac, sweeper, the six shot, pump that sawd off i got the tillery when beef kick i got soldiers ready to march