It?s all that I want, all that I need Blood blurs everything that I see What the fuck, can?t control anything Please God, end this suffering In
you're not invited [End chorus] ah aaaah oouuh wouhou ah aaaah oouuh wouhou It's a shame That you left me hanging like you did It was brave But it
Yo l, I told you that we would sell Oversell to the point now, that the pockets, start to thicken How in the world did women become chickens Is it the
your wits end You get burned like youre smoking a cigarette from the lit end Youre acting so feminine you could be stressing about split ends Certified
I separate Mutilate them, carve them up, bring them to their knees The powers of a knife at hand, if it breathes, it fucking bleeds Mankind, end time
. Gandhi called it Ahimsa. The Greenham Wowan call it the 'Politics of Whimsy', But it doesn't end there, neither is it enough. Gandhi played a major
your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it You, nore nobody is gonna hit as hard as life But it ain't about how hard you hit It's about how
) How many buckets of blood? How many buckets of blood? In the blood inside (I'm bleeding through every cut) How many buckets of blood? How many buckets
CRYPTICAL PROPHECIES OF MU: And be it known to the Children of the Telluric Nexus, that the day of the Great Purification is at hand... as it was written
in the end I think it is Karma, justice - whatever you call it It's really there - just keep looking for it Nobody said it would be fair But in the end I think it
they've made their choice, now it's up to you and me, how it has to be. I'll take this road till it ends. One voice, one gal, no end. Trusting is not
who I am you upstart! How dare you intrude? You lied and schemed and took over a simple village And turned it into a vulgar playground for your own money making ends
the flashlights (fuck!) Got me laid out across the hood It's all good it nothing but leather wood This harassment is nonstop, and when it's not the cops it
a nyam it like how yuh ah nyam Yvonne Rah, yuh been acting pon, Uzi from Ackee Pond marro nah fly dat vanish like magician Sell out which dads, how
game When I bang for the suffering 400 years We had enough of it It's etched in our veins we still thuggin it If I had to do it again I thug it twice
THIRTEEN CRYPTICAL PROPHECIES OF MU:] And be it known to the Children of the Telluric Nexus, that the day of the Great Purification is at hand... as it
of our love. Gandhi called it Ahimsa. The Greenham Wowan call it the 'Politics of Whimsy', But it doesn't end there, neither is it enough. Gandhi played