Perverse rites Priests of Sodom preside We are damned Immortal lust Wicked legions come forth Defile the pure The blackened city calls out Enter the temple of sin You must enter the temple of sin Contorted sinners beckon

Murda on the beat with the murder man Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand Steppin' on his dope like a step dad Too turnt up, can't help that Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax Watch so dumb it got kept back Bitch so thick, she can't help that 'Cause she

I could see the midnight sun. Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, warmer than the summer night The clouds were like an alabaster palace rising to a snowy height. Each star it's own aurora borealis, suddenly you held me tight, I can't explain the

Pounding the world like a battering ram Forging the furnace for the final grand slam Chopping away at the source soon the course will be done Leaving a trail of destruction that's second to none Hammering anvils straining muscle and might Shattering

No more waiting, we can save us from falling We'll safety-pin the pieces of our broken hearts back together Patching up all the holes until we both feel much better Deleted things, I really meant So now I'll say the things I never sent Two wrongs make it

Looking for fun Midnight to six man For the first time from Jamaica Dillinger and Leroy Smart Delroy Wilson, your cool operator Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae With backing bands sound systems And if they've got anything to say

Y a pas moyen Djadja J'suis pas ta catin Djadja, genre en Catchana baby tu dead ça Putain mais tu déconnes C'est pas comme ça qu'on fait les choses Oh Djadja, j'suis pas ta catin Djadja, non Aya Nakamura oh yeah Hello papi mais qué pasa? J'entends des

Hey, bien le son, ouais j'avoue (Bavon!) Ce n'est qu'une question de niveau On s'demande comment se portent les gens Bien le son, ouais j'avoue (Ba-bavon!) B-bien le son, ouais j'avoue (Ba-ba-ba-bavon!) Na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na! Na-na-na-na-na,

(Fais-moi, fais-moi un #Vie) Mais j'suis toujours dans le tiekson malgré tous mes ennemis (Lance Dupuy) (fais-moi, fais-moi un #Vie) Encore du goudron en plus dans les poumons J'ai mal comme quand tu t'abaisses et qu'elle dit non Pas de nouvelle

Let me see your bestest wine Ladies, get in line Pon de floor, anyway Pon de floor! Major Lazer Baby, get in line Move every part of your spine Gimme some of your, lemme give you some of mine