Like a fistful of dynamite My fuse is burning fast Like a fistful of dynamite Like a bomb heading for your ass Like a fistful of dynamite My fuse is
On the Rise and rising out together im calling out our forces multiply I can see theres nothing else to live for the true must keep the spirit alive
that's what he said to me I dont need to save my soul I gave it away to a girl named rock n roll I ran the streets like I never before fists in the
stars light the night watched my heart beat losing life stars light the night and in the morning you'll sing goodbye stars light the night where my skull
sayin, homie I ain't playin Catch you slippin, I'ma kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin [50 Cent] Keep thinkin I'm candy till ya fuckin skull
Until I realise that it was you who held me under Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids Shaking through my skull, through my
be tappin' in, to computers I be hackin' in. To me, I be out of this world like aliens who were time travelin'. I'm babblin' in the Fists of Fury technique
[Gers, Harris] Pay to kill, die to lose, hunted, hunter which are you Diablo come again to make trophies out of men Lose your skin, lose your skull,
Pay to kill, die to lose Hunted, hunter which you are Diablo comes again To make trophies out of men Lose your skin, lose your skull One by one
Stoneface dog, swirling fog, gates open on the dark dark night Standing stone, skull and bone, dead witness to an unseen fight Beat the drum, beat the
's gonna run through the fields dreaming in animation It's all gonna split his skull It's gonna come out like a black bouquet shining Like a fist that
ll eat this young whelp's heart" HEAVE-HO HEAVE-HO with fists for spades we raid his grave with big black boots we stomp the roots with fists for spades
be tappin' in, to computers I be hackin' in To me, I be out of this world like aliens who were time travelin' I'm dabblin' in the Fists of Fury technique
The haunted beast with faces flayed Silver chicken make a fuss Reveling in molten puss Favorite patrons crack their death With arteries and tinsel breath Revolution, purple fist
Until I realize that it was you who held me under Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids Shaking through my skull, through my
's gonna run through the fields dreamin' in animation It's all gonna split his skull It's gonna come out like a black bouquet shinin' Like a fist that
