Paroles:
Him Hand Of Doom

face death's sickly grin Holes are in your skin, caused by deadly pin Head starts spinning 'round, you fall down to the ground Feel your body heave, Death's hands

[Verse 1] Everybody fin to die, by the hands of the dark angel adjust Snatching your breath, till it dims up your chest How much pain, can I manifest

reclined in the therapy spot The psycho-analyst is lookin at me like I'm a crackpot Now sit back and relax - I'm doin that already Please keep your hands

and the slum A shadow is cast wherever he stands Stacks of green paper in his red right hand You'll see him in your nightmares, you'll see him in your

face pale with woe. Her heart will be broken when I am gone, I'll see her soon, I know." Just then the order came to charge, For an instance hand touched hand

karat gold in my mouth And silk upon my back. But I did not trust my brother, I carried him to blame, Which led me to my fatal doom, To wander off in

talkin' about you! Get off the bandwagon Nigga, quit swingin' on dicks and get your brand accurate. Kray Jack the man, ask 'em! Don't need a hand. Rappin

ripest, but they all Stand at three feet. My swinging hand is bandaged up. Could you help me with this chore?' I brought him down to the Native shop And bought him

, It?s pink and funky, With a cartoon print of a drunken monkey. There?s a chance I?ll make it I?m nearly done, I hand him the coins and it?s time