I'm just bicken back being bool I'm just bicken back (bicken back, bicken back) bicken back being bool Suwoo business on mines, blood, Bompton Inglewood, nigga. This the mothafuckin' Woo mix, on Piru! (Woo woo!) Where I'm from when you hear that, the

Get up, break out, don't be the odd one out You gotta run, run riot You know the time has come (run, run riot) Come on, it's alright, we're hot tonight You better run, run riot Living by the law is a bloody necessary bore Everybody, are you gettin' what

Wet with your blood I sharpen my sword No turning the other cheek like a coward Come tomorrow I may lay down and die This day we fight! For this I was chosen Because I fear nothing With confidence I tread through the dead of night Off to another war-torn

Sarnia, you're on my mind You're, you're in my heart It's in my pockets and in my eyes, oh, in my blood Sarnia, you been on my mind You been on my mind oh oh yea uh-huh See you staring at your phone Like a poker hand, hey, what you reading? You said,

Lalalala-la-la In cold blood Caspian's killer told me so Sie sind viel zu lange wach Der weiße Engel lässt sie fliegen Lalalala-lalala Durch die Nacht Kiss me (kiss me) Auf dem Spiegel

Be careful who you tell. Whoa! (Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!) Waiting on a bloodline It's water under the bridge 'Cause you gotta look her in the eye, And you gotta love your way of life. 'Cause you got a guilty filthy soul Don't you know it's out of your control?

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 can't stop the feelin' So just dance, dance, dance So just dance, dance, dance, come on All those things I shouldn't do Got that good soul in my feet I feel that hot blood in my body when it drops (ooh) Nowhere to hide when I'm gettin' you close When

Thy might is right! Eritis Sicut Dii Thus sermonized the serpent ov eden Thus struck the breath ov the earth And thus flooded the blood of the soul Sloither into the gaping void! I worship thee, O vicious man! Now mark my words ye mortal race Feed my

When the music stops Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow Would you feel sorrow or show love Or would it matter Can never be