the skies. Skin and bones is creeping, doesn't know he's dead. Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head. Politician's argue sharpening their knives
go to church and see the light. Cos the good lord's always right. So what, so what. <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> So what if Jesus
Let's save our arms, knives, tanks and guns. Let's put them in the shed until we fight a war not based on assumption. Let's save our bombs and set our
Monster Kody, shoot faster than Kobe, nigga You bastards know me, the one and only Big homey from the Roc, I think you pastors lonely You need Jesus in
's asking you to feel the narc, brother!) Hmm, it's fashion I'll find my own bullies to shake a finger wrapped in Realigned mine knives in divine justice
head that force me to walk.. with, Death in my pocket for the curious At your execution see twelve faces of Jesus in your jury this, Orange Agent, shit
Come today Come today What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister? Ravaged and plundered And ripped her And bit her Stuck her with knives
to my goal Know most of my soul was gone Fell from Heaven, tormented in Hell, locked in the cell While knives fell, mouth stitched, I passed the L Throat
you see the eyes of the lord In my den with a pen waiting for lions to roar Loud cries, innocent beings being abducted Alien life, Jesus Christ has constructed
re a '93 Jody Reed, so slow your speed Got motherfuckers fightin over weed I cut up guys like butterfly knives Should of died last, rhyme-wise I'm Jesus
yeah forever like a scar I sortet your guts in my gourmet appetar Cause I grin when I sin, I'll wear your fuckin' skin I stick big fuckin' knives in your
the severed member you clench. Exalted walking carrion stench. Your scorned lover was a street working wench. And she whored you. Rejoice and join the great castration. Sharpen your knives
to that, I am sure. 1ST MOTHER You Spanish people, you come to this country Nothing here changes your lives Ungrateful immigrants asking for pity When all of your answers are knives
what you'll say You've got half-formed sentences Explanations for a life half-broken away And they just may They'll take you in their arms and then take out their knives
We met as soul mates On Parris Island We left as inmates From an asylum And we were sharp As sharp as knives And we were so gung ho To lay down our lives