Phobiac - 1-12-2003 at 10:05 PM
Most of the time
He was messed up on crime
And most of the time
She was messed up also
That’s not to say
I’m not messed up too
And I (see) weapons hot
What’s the beef now
(Come or not)
Hey fellah pass the gun
One..two
Pass it all
Here’s to later
Soaked in blood
From my pores
When killing time
Comes a roaring
Daytime job
Destinator
Fasten all your heads to later
Hey that’s me
I’m living in a tree
I’m kill what I see
Cause that’s what I do
My mama said
To get a love
And cut your heart in two…in two
I’m running through the light
(Now’s the) best to make the most of it
I’m burning up
I traveled up to Heaven’s Gate
What’s your name?
It’s not how much you knew
But who you kill
Weapons hot
What’s the beef now
(Come or not)
Hey fellah pass the gun
One..two
Pass it all
Here’s to later
Soaked in blood
From my pores
When killing time
Comes a roaring
Daytime job
Destinator
Fasten all your heads to later
Weapons hot
What’s the beef now
(Come or not)
Hey fellah pass the gun
One..two
Pass it all
Here’s to later
Soaked in blood
From the pores
When killing time
Comes a roaring
Daytime job
Destinator
Fasten all your heads to later
[Edited on 13-1-2003 by Phobiac]