m on fire I'm on fire, I'm on fire (Ow) I'm on fire (Woo, woo) I'm on fire (Woo, woo) I'm on fire (Woo) I'm on fire, I'm on fire (Woo) I'm on fire,
Fall in the grave I've been digging myself But there's room for two Six feet under the stars Six feet under the stars Six feet under the stars
the less u get There u go, I got impressions so stress on U jus second best uhh Stop second guess-on U never listen, u cant stop it I'm on fire Know
't you know our love is true. Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies. Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright. Six saintly
her But I had to kill her I used to love her, Mm, yeah But I had to kill her I had to put her six feet under And I can still hear her complain I used
big enough to fit in his shoe I don't rock what you rap, niggas, they be pole On 'the wire', just not HBO They under fire, edge around the way we know
wanna think about that now I need to repent A sin for a sin Fire and brimstone, dirt and a headstone Bury them baby, all of our sins Hear the thunder six feet under
feet's not big enough to fit in his shoe I don't rock what you rap, niggas They be pole on 'The Wire', just not HBO They under fire, edge around the
feets not big enough to fit in his shoe I don't rock what you rap, niggas, they be pole On 'the wire', just not HBO They under fire, edge around the way
homocide Well you know I'm about to hoo-lah I never catch you sleeping And I'mma pop the clip Put it between your eyes when I should die Need six feet
I'll drink it up in a golden cup and let it grow inside And I fear that you've gone away But you must be somewhere near The fire fades so the deepest
is pelting rooftops There is no fire to melt the cold I'm straining to hear a human whisper And I'm painting images on the soft stone Now I'm drinking
free Night everlasting, dwells within me The evil you fear - curse of the ages Impending doom, infecting the masses The fires, they burn In my memory I feed on the pain - the misery The fires
gon' die Six feet under the dirt you lie So duck when I bust, I'll shoot your ass off anger Drippin' blood on my shoes, leave yo? ass on a hanger We
And if you could, you'd climb atop The Eiffel Tower now, wouldn't you? You'd stare at the sun, or lay yourself Down six feet under, wouldn't you? You
'm on a cross loose up off these cut me free (Cut me free) I'll draw your portrait if you put me down on my feet (Down on my feet) My cross turns upside
fouled viscera are what you admire An unholy union on a funeral pyre A caseated carcass really lights your fire A sickening treat under the sheets
a world of pirhanas. if you can't beat 'em, cheat 'em. guess what end of the stick I'm on. ask yourself, when will he be seen on each and every