blazing Prevail's amazing Raisin' the bar The fame and fortune Is the fortunate part Is there a guarantee To where we'll be As time pass on One of us passive progressive The other
one hand and a sword in the other They came to purify my land of my Gaelic Irish mothers And fathers, and sisters and brothers With our own ancient customs, laws, music, art
tougher than leather) Us yeaga's hustle together (Uh uh not just for the Cheddar) Look here we trustin' each other (Sayin', "Um you fuck with my brother?) You gotta suffer
art of dying Only to lonely resent angels for flying Twisted, living off of each other's sickness like parasites This is paradise We've rediscovered the long-lost art
Welcome to slaughterhouse!!! Territory, realm so gory, art of murder Stress of small place, no act of grace, Born to suffer Chorus: You go your bloody
meat, to me it's art. I've taken my need, left her my seed. Autumn of terror, white chapel homicides. Addiction for suffering, for all the whores that
locked up and we passionately stare Play the role like you don't matter, he swears that we hate each other But in reality we can't wait to taste each other
follow demon Thou art aged in tribulation Silent, dark, forbidding one Of every aeon of lore within Bleak with the shadows and captured in sin As one or the other
'm nothing in between You know you wouldn't want it any other way I'm a bitch, I'm a tease I'm a goddess on my knees When your hurt, when you suffer I
worst shame // Public humiliation was the worst pain // He was spinning out of control like a class five hurricane // He said he wouldn?t want another emcee to suffer
t mean Greta and we don't mean Bette or Loretta or the Song of Bernadetta. We mean the fabulous, fabulous lady they call... (Butler) The other gentlemen
I'm impervious This subservience demeans a mental gait It's insensible Just be digestible and tether down that rage No ignoramus, sufferer for art Big
Name I Burn Thy Name In Flames I Kill Thy Name And Thus Thee Are Accursed Even Unto The Underworld Mut The Troublesome Dead Plague Me No Longer Thou Art
love - is what I believe in and freedom is what I need but why do I suffer from love and why am I not free the might sleeps in our hearts we should form
you do it In their minds no doubt That you've been through it Suffered for your art but In the end a winner Who could not be stirred? Such dedication
that jock, and I'm a beat him till my arm's numb And stomp him like Lars did that drum on one, motherfucka! [Demoz:] I once heard The Art of War is
than wood, playa (we tougher than leather) Us yeaga's hustle together (uh uh not just for the cheddar) Look here we trustin each other (Sayin "um you fuck with my brother?) you gotta suffer
all that its cracked up to be" And I feel like a dump trucks sufferin' back on to me And it's smothering me in a wealth of decay And I'm suffering me