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Los Infernos

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light My head

You landed on time In the city of the dead How was your flight? I'm glad that we met Ain't gonna wait 'til the day dejection comes Ain't gonna waste

I can't deny the fact that you know me better than I do, it doesn't matter 'cos I know that you say that I'm a fool, better than the best. But if you

Sweet Melissa, I often pray for you I hope your suffering was brief I hope the angels that watch over all little children Came for you and took you someplace

I want you to understand something That when I come up in this bitch, I want them fans jumpin' I want them fists pumpin' in the air, I don't look like

[Violent J] I tried to visit Shaggy, I stepped up off of my porch And it was dark as fuck I couldn't see, not even with a torch I hear the streets talkin

's Inferno Whoa! Christian's Inferno Whoa! Christian's Inferno Whoa! Christian's Inferno, ha ha ha! Whoa! Christian's Inferno Whoa! Christian's Inferno Whoa! Christian's Inferno

Island life in the sun Tryin? to hide from everyone Livin? a life that pleases you Big walls that hide you Where were you those days, woo When love called

Procession moves on, the shouting is over Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone Talking aloud as they sit round their tables Scattering flowers washed