Texty

And he will destroy to an extraordinary degree and prosper and perform his will, and he's seen as a sign of the times. We are living in apocalyptic times. Global warming and a rising nuclear threat among nations that really scare us—the whole middle east, Quagmire, and Jihad, and all of these kinds of things, these are not easy times to live in Rip out a piece of my rib and give it to a bitch As the snake whispers to her "Ruby does not fucking exist" So I bit off the head then I chewed it and spit it out Fell to the ground as I puked up and flipped around Scales started forming I think that now I am the snake I am the one they call plague who will never escape Will forever remain The omega The alpha The chosen one sent here to reign Who saves all the slaves? Lil plague breaking chains Jesus christ was never raised from the dead he rots away Burn a church and watch the flames Autumn embers turn to grey Wooden crosses in decay The flock of sheep now fucking slain Thanks, Tom. Police are requesting that if you see this little eight-year-old boy, you immediately kill him and burn his body—that's all for now. Run up with the mother fucking mac On attack Shoot back Gat gat He flat Leave them bodies where they lay Let they mothers cry and pray Nina Nina Oh Nina I need you bad up in my life Them heathens that scheming that breathin Look dead or somet like demons, woah Smash a 40oz on the cop cars Probably just popped five bars Sipping hydro Got a bad cough Indica dripping down the cigar It's that dope head Drug fiend Mug mean Lonely Shut the fuck up Y'all annoy me Many prophecy believers feel the end game has already begun. The focus that the world has now on the rise of the Anti-Christ and the return of Christ, I believe the board is set, and the pieces are about to move.
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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