those who never have wept. It's strange these things that we're told. Live fast and never grow old. Live fast and die in your shoes the devil, the devil
carry a glock Only hot rocks I'm hot, so give up the props My style is HUMMIN CUMMIN ATCHA, duck or get backed up Dispatcher 'Red, get freaky to the rapture
That guides mankind beyond all hopes of rebirth Tear further into violence And send forth the blade that slaughter each cell Stillbirth redemption Sterility dances to the rapturous
Nigga with the third album, how come he don't fall off? Rollin' with the sawed-off gauge Turn the page of the chapter, caught up in the rapture But
said, "Fear of a Black Planet" I know a certain race that couldn't understand it To see a black man clocking fat grands To a grafted devil, it's hard
style is nasty like protruding bone fractures And your a played out dirty pussy devil Like Margaret Datcher But technique never get captured inside the rapture
silhouettes of velvet against the crimson of passion We can almost hear the echoes from the smoldering meadow It's the rapture of the angels and the rage of the devil
I saw him on the train He pulled his gun and aimed and started firing like the son of Kane I saw civilians runnin' for their life Like the Devil on
And shit gets worse, once I drink the firewater [chorus x4] [buddha monk] It's the party master, rap slasher, bone cracker >from here, now and after, catch this brooklyn zu rapture
lick, no tricks or horror flicks No review to see through preview to tease you You can't leave, you're trapped I seized you Caught in the rapture capture
she takes me down over legs and under hips i am her only comfort i fill her need deep inside she spreads so wide i can feel her rapture hate me now spin
Midnight tolls on the clock downstairs A reminding voice inside my head that does not care His rapture keeps me waiting for a life behind the attic door
time 'Cause as soon as I pick up the mic And begin and the lyrics just start To flowing, ahem ahem Coughing couldn't stop me from going On with the rapture
a devil rebel, foul niggaz know we fuckin' wild I'm wild, I'm wild, he's wild so we's wild, capture the rapture Come blackness after, I swear to fuckin
die crazy baby let's go to the parents to the preacher to the pastor and I ain't no marilyn manson I'm a rapper thugologist in the rapture I wouldn't
