Texty:
Ministérios

I'd like to thank the Mack God for all tha playa prophets that he sent I'd like to thank him for Donald Going and Iceberg Slim For dottin their I's and

Say, I didn't have what it'd take I sure showed them How much difference One man can make Say, I didn't have what it'd take Now, they all bow The ones

All the locals hide their tears of regret Open fire 'cause I love you to death Sky high with a heartache of stone You'll never see me 'cause I'm always

Creepy eyes conspire to reduce the point of view Closing all the windows doors in view Greeting on the setting suns, my breath lies Watching with indifference

I start out you're in a daze and people start younger and In a thousand days and now it's getting overexposed Then someone asks,"Well how do you sleep

Praise Jesus Praise Jesus Praise Jesus Praise Jesus Praise Jesus Drinking the blood of Jesus Drinking it right from his veins Learning to swim in the

They get you ready to fight The fuse is ready to blow You shoot to kill on sight They call you G I Joe You never wanted to stop The smell of burning

Three, two, one, roll five You got something to say You better jump in my face Got something to hide You're scared as shit and should die Aim Reload

After God and after taxes The puppets who betray the masses Reanimate the commonwealth Inner structure in bad health Like a beast locked in a cage Manipulation