{Le chien est le meilleur ami de l'homme} Maniac creature with gigantic teething Pay attention to that killing machine Staring (at) me with eyes of hate
{Le chien est le meilleur ami de l'homme} Maniac creature with gigantic teething Pay attention to that killing machine Staring (at) me with eyes of
tomorrow expect apologies You probably panic, stranded in search of a better planet Realism hard to understand, we stand slanted and still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me I pray to black
that Knowing that this world brings drawbacks Look how this shit bumps Once I deliver these war raps Meet me at the cemetary Dressed in Black Tonight
gone, the river's on the rise I loved you then, and ever shall But there's no one left here to tell The world has gone black before my eyes Well, the
on the people in England For the terrible food these people must eat (Errrr . . . excuse me) And may the Lord have mercy on the fate of this movie And
used to be I have seen the Devil laugh I have seen God turn his face away I have nothing left to lose I have nothing left to say I have seen the sky turn black
hands of time, or the hands of medicine Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your wake Walk by your casket, spit in your face Enter the fog dog, the
aches like a junkie on withdrawal, fresh up off the plate Wait, back to the enemy of the state is the Republicans or Democratic candidate Debate, now even the black box hold the fate
lost along the way like money in the post holier than most is how you used to act walking round with your Bible spitting out quotes like they were facts paint it black
of us will rot and pop like hot sausages I am not the light I am the opposite Through narcassistic awfulness I'm keeping tech off of this rocker Black
fake Not emulated effects or a play back tape So suckers witness your fate while Evel demonstartes I'm bout to get off this nic. E. Dog the break -
my tummy kinda aches Like a junkie on withdrawal, fresh up off the plate Wait, back to the enemy of the state Is the Republicans or Democratic candidate Debate, now, even the black box hold the fate
' win? The hands of time, or the hands of medicine Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your wake Walk by your casket, spit in your face Enter the fog dog
[Intro] Do it again . . Do it a . . Let's do it again . . Do it a . . [Verse: Fate Wilson] (let's do it again) Okay, I remember the days (let's do it
a new gat yellin' chew that hollow tips is goin' clean do that And I had to get my whole team just to do that In a blue hat with black baggy cord and
