The fire still burns The fire The fire still burns The fire The fire still burns The fire The fire still burns The fire The fire still burns The fire The fire still burns
The bait is here. You are breast fed lies that you nourish your conscious with obey your captors the story has been written out and you are the heavy
TV I'm Fucking Girls In The Penthouse Ocean View Baby Get These To Your Girl She Be Coming Over Later And All You New Rappers Ya'll Just New Bait Fuck
with a bop KILLA! [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] So don't touch me nigga! (You might burn yourself!) Don't touch me nigga! (You might burn yourself!) It's gettin
with a bop KILLA! [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] SO DON'T TOUCH ME NIGGA! (You might burn yourself!) DON'T TOUCH ME NIGGA! (You might burn yourself!) It's gettin
Just a reminal case like the fish on a hook im baited youre welcome inside my armies are marching i cat save you who could save you i can see that from
the changes that never did matter I think it's beginning to freeze here Caught in the rage and the fire of things All the brightness that burns me I
up my act stop being an asshole, Didn?t help my debacle, I?d just woken up from an all day, all night, filthy (barkle), Something quite (bait) about
I am here again Tied up in your torture frame Printed paper, guilty to blame The story stays the same Dry me out Run me down Burn me out And rake it
There's an apple in the pussy mouth now I am the dinner whore there's a tumor in the t.v. mouth burn it out before it grows someone better get the dog
Caged inside you Trying to get out Schizophrenic basic needs Fools me into complacency But now I see through your facade Behind the mask a monster snarls Hatred burning
make up your mind And gather together the best of your kind The prophets have spoken the words of ill fate Your childhood has ended you've taken the bait
on the way, never fray In the building like, this is where I stay My estate, put your drink in the air if you relate Plenty fish in the sea, we throwing money like bait
enhance and then vote to decide who'll advance silver jet plane, making a turn exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn it's not the
The future age cast asleep but the film remains this aftertaste all I want is that which I gave master / slave I burn fast on sinking ships and I can
the night, they were raped and executed Cold hearted world Your language unheard of, the vast sound of tuning out The rash of negativity is seen one sid edly, burn
covered by a straw hat, happy as Larry and all o' that well I shouted out to wake her up she was skipping school in the burning hot. Chorus 1* (and
