the back lots Strangling through the night shades Oh the thief of life Moved onwards and outwards to love In a one stop only motel A storm bangs on
a Ford roars through the night full of rain. The killer's blood flows But he loads his gun again Make a grown man cry like a girl To see the guns dying
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through the back lots Strangling through the night shades The thief of life Moved onwards and outwards to love In a one stop only motel A storm bangs
BEAUTY I need you SLEEPING BEAUTY Son of a SUCH A CUTIE I love you SLEEPING BEAUTY Come right in baby, have a seat. Alright Would you like a drink?
sell you a dream Heart of an altar boy molested in confession Who plotted for 20 years then slit the throat of a reverend And half of this thought is
's son, not a martyr but a fresh working member of a collective Who travel through the blazing light as my corpse is dissected Cell pack, give 'em a little
gone in a storm of blood and rage. Brave warriors clashing with power of the blade. In an age where iron reigns. Longships now sail at night, ancient stars
handles / Love handles itself / It's selfish / Fish and chips / Chips paint / Paint brush / Brush with death / Death Wish / Wish upon a star / Star struck
is the music I make This is the mic that I break This is the world that I shape This is my voice on your tape Seal your fate with one kiss Punish a man
start runnin Death makes a mothafucka shiver You best keep your shit up on the trigger You stare when you see The Shdaow comin Beware mothafuckas start runnin Death
and innocent Man strolled paths next to those Of beasts seeing no signs But stars in the sky Knowing of day and night Of rain and winds, hunger and fright But not of death
, then your money's earned Share the wealth with Babu an' Iriscience My death might be a tragedy, my life will be a triumph Go focus on the star, the
me? For all my ballers, my day crawlers... It's bigger than Nino Brown [Chorus] Take a walk, lets slide Take a journey wit ya' boy and lets ride You dont even need a
aint a mixtape This is life! Its been a long time get me accuainted with the world famous You know how 0 point my aim is Long range snipers, clash of
receivin' planet during a panic is shorted It reports back everythin' in your mind Everythin' is lyin', everythin' is dyin' Everythin' is a rule, everythin' is a
worked too hard for this life is serious This ain't bulls-eye, I ain't your target practice So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often But in this sound clash, I got a
