The Devil's spawn no longer breathes Descending angels and fallen kings Raise your hands, what do you hold? The Devil's bleeding crown! Falling from the sky, they're cast out from the heaven's light Drenching the soil with blood, baptized in the fire

See us come to award shows we're like (Oh yeah) Can we get more of those, they're like (Oh yeah) See us keep blowin' up, we're like (Oh yeah) See Jimmy can crack corn but I don't care See me in your videos, I'm like (Oh yeah) See me right up close,

I wish that he could have seen you And I've been hurt before I live, I live, I live I live like this forever I still have all the wounds he left but they don't hurt no more Like they hurt before I wish, I wish, I wish I wish I could be a stay-at-home dad

The lord nor the prophet from such time Jah Rastafari in this time They never love, they never love How do you expect them to love (I and I) And I and I lay hold on Babylon the old old dragon They never love, they never love (oooh) For I and I was the

Took the whip offshore (yeah) I took a chick offshore You should get out more (hey, hey) And you should get out more, you should get out more When we hit that floor, all the money downpour Do it up so large, do it up so large, like a breakout star Going

Another one bites the dust Out of the doorway the bullets rip And another one gone, and another one gone Hey, I'm gonna get you, too To the sound of the beat Bite the dust Oh, let's go Steve walks warily down the street

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

All I do is think of you I can't get you off my mind Day and night that's all I do I can't wait to get to school each day And wait for you to pass my way (And bells start to ring) and angels start to sing Hey that's the girl for you (ooh, yeah) So what

These are things I gotta say to you For as long you want, baby that's okay with me There's some bad bitches out there that I really wanna sex up They'll probably only let me fuck 'cause I'm next up Got me feeling like the nigga now, yessir Running

Young black America Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner White man kill a black man, they never report us Black man kill a white man, they gon' start a war up Mama she was sour, sippin' on