holy roman hope bugs./ Let's see if we can give noah's old flood a run for it's money with the first drop of cold blood from the cross began a damned
asked me How long I thought that I would be allowed atop this trash heap I didn't answer cause I'm tired of criticizing the masses Inspired the support
But they didn't know what hell awaits Victory was so close in their grasp For their volk, their nation and their blood Then the rain set in for endless
wiped the calf's blood from her lips. * "Proud to be British" said Margaret Thatcher As she wiped the Falkland's blood from her hands. * The ruling
it 'til it's done, Todd Be thy labor great or small Todd Do it well or not at all, God Big mama, my blood is your blood When the whole world's against
Yell, fuck tricks and smoke, till our vocals combine with a Colt They playin this in every club, whip, party and bar you in Give you more blood clots
my car Rock the low sport, always show Latino support My niggas travel from Miami to Cali, Cali to Miami And even come home the whole winter Shit is cold
I?m known to be cold, I?ve said it before Forget it I?m raw, I?m ready for war Beef on the road I?ll bury you all That guy?s cold my enemies thought
worldly terror devils made They spread the plague of AIDS through medicaid And then they pray to idols made of gold Drapes ya blood and mark the scroll cold
in the streets, prepared men know best Our rhyme is as live as it gets, jfk 2 lax They're always makin trouble yo, against the righteous Killin us in cold blood
m gonna rouge my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's
holes are dryin? up Tell me is it too much for a man to ask To hear Haggard and Jones sing CC Waterback With the lights so low And cold drafts will cost
more blood spilled than Hamburger Hill The planet earth is the battlefield Enemy troops can't come face to face with death Black mission caught for cold
the wood make the bank go good/ Drop it like its hot, we'll see who's the best, yes/ I must confess, I'm a cold-blooded nigga man/ Show me if you got
flesh ya bone as words bless ya dome I'm dip, if a teets then steal combat boots In for a fun toot, then cold starve that loose Cold mersiless, hookers
to ponder or chance to reflect World around him getting colder Heavy burden carried on his shoulders Tellin? him, ?I told ya?, none to turn to and no support
shot a bullet in your head I am in jail now Waiting in my cold cell To die News - Radio, TV they call me the family man Psychopathic killer - Or blood
Riding the winds Across tne raging seas To reach the kings in the land of the lost A turbulent sea winds of cold Reaching the harbour, they are safe
