Paroles:
Dark Throne Fucked Up And Ready To Die

on twisted knives in miscreation Norway be my grave Increasingly insecure Combine with stagnant joy Half my life in your name Fucked up and ready to

bone Come and have a round of Patron and get down to the song while I tell you bout the ground I be on- Chicago Tell a girl about K-town and the projects, downtown and

bone Come and have a round of Patron And get down to the song while I tell you 'Bout the ground, I be on Chicago Tell a girl about K-town and the projects Downtown and

mother fucker.. Lock and load! [Verse 1] This is the point of no return I could never go back Life without parol up state shackled and trapped Living

On the firing line lock, one round load Ready on the right? Ready on the left? Ready on the firing line? Watch for your targets Yeah, yeah, pay attention

how we do Word up, yo Let dark pass no stunting >from the real Better get your 4 pound god Let's proceed Yo, what yo, yo Verse 1: la I run up on

deplicit darkness and kept his name Blesses to the seven souls, 'round the throne from el villione And pieces how you take this to the prophets and the

mother fucker.. Lock and load! [Verse 1] This is the point of no return I could never go back Life without parol up state shackled and trapped Living

deplicit darkness and kept his name Blesses to the seven souls, 'round the throne from El Villione And pieces how you take this to the prophets and the