Tekster:
Jesu Wolves

and your fear can't find .. each from my hand. i sacrifice my life to give you my life to speakers, tryna be good even know I've been crossed like Jesus

.38, don't give me no hassle When that little brown book in your pocket read Mathew's Jesus Christ, brothers around here stick together like cheap rice So run little doggy, wolves

used to have a Lord Jesus perm When my name was Earl before the rap game Runnin' from secret squirrel, I had my own thang Raised by wolves, hyenas, and

wolves! the bastard's face is cut by the sharp thorns it's mutilated by his own hypocrisy he's dead! he's fucking dead! jesus' blood jesus' fucking blood

ride with kings on mighty steeds, across the devil's plain. We've walked with Jesus and his cross, he did not die in vain, no! We've run with wolves

what time it is (y'all already know what time it is) Family reunion (family reunion) Ransom (Ransom), Hitchcock (Hitchcock), Fab (Fab), let's go [Joe Budden - talking behind DJ On Point] The wolves

Who cares if Jesus walked over water When I've crossed the ocean of sin? Flown over the northern mountains and seen what's once been I've slept among the wolves

bleedin' Beat 'em till they lungs stop breathin' and they heart stop beatin' From 12 a.m. to 12 p.m. in the evenin' With three 15 minute breaks in between 'em Good Jesus

wolves get they eat on And leave you wit nothin' but ya sneaks on But it don't matter 'cause ya feets gonn Now that's restin' in pieces so go meet Jesus