Tekster:
Dream Evil Higher On Fire

Walking down the street with some evil in my eye and some thoughts in my head that were making me feel high on my head was a hoodi in my ears was

't shit Better make your money, baby And pick up a couple of guns on the side So when you ride and you get high Don't let them haters run up your side

, get along with like death Riding on top of the car Peering through the windshield for his cue Something entirely fictitious and true That creeps across your path hallowing your evil

fuck can you rely on to die on On sight, me and my niggas do it wrong or right I ignite, the fire, marijuana get's me higher Always drinking and smoking

he was waiting for me I never thought that this could happen to me, damn Down so low that I can't no higher When I was burning you put wood on the fire

poison, passion bleeds 2000 years on earth has sown the seeds The time of dreams has turned The night is gone and light shines on Where darkness once

and swan dive to death I'm two guys, multiplied by ninety-three guys Evenly balanced seein' evil equally in each eye now Maybe I'm the most thorough worker on

power, before my eyes break the strong evil chains Every time I wonder what I pray, for not that I point my eyes on something higher beyond, of my reign

of evil laughter falls around the world tonight Fighting high, fighting on for the steel Through the wastelands evermore The scattered souls will feel the hell bodies wasted on