Favorite place When I cut down When I cut down When I cut down When I cut down So I cut down So I cut down So I cut down So I cut down
i?ve swallowed down the poison sister will you still believe me will you feed me down the serum will you follow me my secret haunt, my favourite place where i cut down
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Y'all niggaz ain't ready for it Coming Rambo style nigga Two guns up Y'all niggaz better duck down or get your cap lifted off That's how we doing it for
this earth shit is next, and I'm burning it down When I look around, it ain't no fucking heroes in town I don't work for that Devil shit We kicked
fire And this earth shit is next, and I'm burning it down When I look around, it ain't no fucking heroes in town I don't work for that Devil shit
head outlined in chalk My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh Me and my axe cut bigot spinal cords in half My axe is my buddy, and when I wind
all hell breaks loose When all hell breaks loose Everybody duck down when all hell breaks loose All my niggas gon' shoot when all hell breaks loose (
cut down before the time Has come for our release Just as I tell you here Even now I wait for the coming day Even now She waits in the dawn For the
for the four wide salute, come on ladies and gentlemen get up on your feet and salute these heroes, ooh the place is electric, you can cut the air with
t imitate Rippin is the cut, freaks scurry for my T-I-P Tryna get an autograph from M-I-X-A-L-O-T Down for the title match and you know what I'm talkin
If you're a man you've gotta be tough I used to go down the cafe for tea But my boot got attacked by the door So now it ain't open for the likes of me
you're a man you've gotta be tough. I used to go down the cafe for tea But my boot got attacked by the door, So now it ain't open for the likes of me
life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, Everything that we write is a love song. * We look for alternatives, But the enormous power
're a man you've got to be tough I used to go down the cafe for tea But I put me boot through the door So now it ain't open for the likes of me And I'
like Stone Cold Austin's quest for the belt I mention myself as a celestial cell, an extension of hell At a lynching I smile, cut myself down, murder
And who'll come a-walting Matilda with me? Hey Anzac*, is this what you fought to keep free? A land fit for heroes, or junkies and whores? And it's "Waltzing
