' That's what you get for fuckin' with this lyrical demon My bloodstream's been contaminated for eons I got cast out of heaven for treason Got cast out of the Garden of Eden
really stingy beatin That's what you get for fuckin with this lyrical demon Bloodstream's been, contaminated for eons I got cast out of heaven for treason Got cast out of the garden of eden
to scream He's a freak of nature But we love him so He's a freak of nature But we let him go Deep inside the garden of Eden Standing there with my
was a planet engulfed by the sea No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree No rock jutted out from the endless horizon Or flowers to mark out the changing
No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree No rock jutted out from the endless horizon Or flowers to mark out the changing of seasons No animals dwelt
feet are no longer paralyzed with cement, and I can move again. The first place I'll go is the only place I know, so please let me in.
's out of control It's not a problem you can stop It's rock n' roll Lost in the Garden of Eden Said we're lost in the Garden of Eden (And we ain't talkin
(reporter) We are at war with the enemy we can't see A brutal conspiracy of assassination Kidnappings, bombings, highjackings and mass murders (a woman
sentence, paragraph & pronouns I think you oughta go down you cant stand the blow of toe to toe now! that you heard all the rap criminals skills minimal, dispicable, check out
life with you Let's run away from life together Leave behind the stormy weather Let's find out what fantasy can do Where we'll go to, they can't touch
need to scream He's a freak of nature But we love him so He's a freak of nature But we let him go Deep inside the Garden of Eden Standing there with
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This fire is burnin' and it's out of control It's not a problem you can stop It's rock n' roll Lost in the Garden of Eden (An we ain't talkin' about no
tragedy. Happy Saturday - oh no can it be that finally you've gone away for good this time. Happy Saturday - at the count of three let go at last and let
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'ma wild out until I part with my breathin Until I'm sparked out and leakin Part of the cement I need something pure, like from the Garden of Eden (why
Well let me take you to my hood, my hood Well let me take you to my hood, my hood Well let me take you to my hood, my hood Well let me take you to my