Meet the man in the mask All those days and all that stays and I won't be here for it Hail Mary's in the sky Bossed up, let's get buried alive Head on the throne 'cause that's where I reside (reside) Ways of the world that we won't survive My nigga we

I'm stuck in the dark but you're my flashlight You're getting me, getting me through the night I got all I need when I got you and I I look around me, and see a sweet life Can't stop my heart when you shinin' in my eyes You're my flashlight When tomorrow

All hail all hail I'm the man and I'm the man And everybody out there knows That I'm the baddest I'm the baddest of them all I'm the man and I'm the man and everybody out there knows That I'm the baddist I'm the baddist of them all All hail undead! From

Take a trip to my yard So hail a taxi cab and come around here And I will meet you right outside. I got some DVD's and a couple of beers, If you want to, We can stay up all night. It's nothing fancy, just a little couch and me And conversation for your

Cause that where them real niggas at. The royal penis is clean your highness Thank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America. Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses. Hailing from the filthy, dirty South,

Scalding hail Flying chunks of hot debris rushing through the air Vapors causing blisters, eyes blinded by the glare Clouds that shower death, hell falling from the sky Searing rain of molten rock, flesh begins to fry Burning fragments, steaming stones

Sing, voodoo Marie, let me hear thy tone Speak, voodoo Marie, let me hear thy tongue Queen of New Orleans mother of the coven Sing, voodoo Marie you’ve been called out again Thy power above all I hail How silent is the lonely one? What do we see, what do

Let them hail the hollow one Bow before the damned Forge ahead into the night Forget the lessons of the past No remorse for the sinner No repent for the waking dead Hide their faces from the light Let the past live again We will still set in motion

If you're the only one, will I never be enough? Hail, hail the lucky ones, I refer to those in love Ah, is there room for both of us? Both of us apart? Are we bound out of obligation? Is that all we've got? I get the words, and then I get to thinkin' I

In comes the flood Wake up America (America, America, I shed these words for thee) All hail Praises be to thee Oh ye paper deity As we hail our sacred cow To the bankers we will bow Endless profit from their wars Making slaves of all the poor