If you could burn it out Like a tick buried in your hide If you could tear it out Like a thorn stuck in your side Then you can bet that I Don't want to
If you could burn it out, like a tick buried in your hide, if you could tear it out, like a thorn stuck in your side, then you can bet that i don'
zoom In the darkness, the halo, the moon! Stepping ta' ya' real soon Ah! Check the blackness! Me before those enter the lightness! Masturbating! Masquerading
for their motherfucking lives Tough club niggas, we leave early, cock back surely open up your fade, your grey brain meets motor city pave your nervous system still twitch off Jay Z hoes and animals
runaways Nothing here to see No looking back Every song monotone Every color monochrome Light began to fade Into the black Such a simple animal Sterilized
Esham] Im down with notics, nuts on train So give me mine cause it aint about black or white It aint about wrong or right on Devil's night I burn a cross
motherfucking lives Tough club niggas, we leave early, cock back surely open up your fade, your grey brain meets motor city pave your nervous system still twitch off Jay Z O's an animals
animation It's all gonna split his skull It's gonna come out like a black bouquet shining Like a fist that's gonna shoot them up Like light, like Mohammed
HIGH...! ANGELI DI PIETRA MISTICA LADRI D'ANIME FIERI VOLANO Ti invoco o terra... colora il mio nero... con fiera lealta' io giuro sincero... tra anime
through cell locks, in the night Lactating tits being licked, left and right Plenty of coochie, burning with desire Like black churches in the South Black
animation It's all gonna split his skull It's gonna come out like a black bouquet shinin' Like a fist that's gonna shoot them up Like light, like Mohammed
stay alive The ghetto The ghetto (Talking bout the ghetto) The ghetto The ghetto (Funk funky ghetto) Even though the streets are bumpy, lights burned
My flow's most beneficent, most merciful, outrageous For wages, vibrate niggaz heads like pagers Too hard to handle son, we animals, biohazardous Ghetto
for their motherfucking lives Tough club niggas, we leave early, cock back surely open up your fade, your grey brain meets motor city pave your nervous system still twitch off Jay Z O's an animals
