I want to roll away the stone Teach me Lord that righteous way Early one morning here as I look at across a worn out plain Dust bowl memories you can hear me shout See that gate down yonder road, which one will I follow? I lose my shackles here Tell me

Kill 'em all (kill 'em all) Now, you leave me no choice I have to kill 'em all (kill 'em all) This beat is crazy, shout out to me All you little fuckin', uh, D League, peasant Tier 98-ass rappers and little clickbait-ass journalists and shit Y'all can

And is a su su come su su come su su come su su come Fire bun deeem Then is a su su come su su come su su come su su come Fire bun deeem, why? Natty dread Taking over, shout it and tell dem Culture Natty dread, Natty curly congo ayah Taking over For i

I got nothing And my mates are all there trying to calm me down 'Cause I'm shouting your name all over the town I'm swearing if I go there now I can change her mind turn it all around And I know that I'm drunk but I'll say the words And she'll listen

You wanna scream and shout They only come out at night She said I can't slow down If I wanted to We live for this shit, yeah We truly do I know you do Oh, I know you do I know you do too

Search endlessly, fight 'til we're free Fly past the edge of the sea Somehow we still carry on No bended knee Some people live out selfish desire Some choose to shout when they speak and they'll be the star Caught in the flame of those deep in fire

One sister jumped up and she began to shout Yes, I'm gonna get me religion I'm gonna join the Baptist Church One deacon jumped up and he began to grin I was in the pulpit, I's jumpin' up and down Grabbed up my suitcase and I took off down the road You

You know, you know, you know Feels like there's no reason for me to keep breathing if I’m gonna be alone I can’t sleep alone and I can’t go eat alone Yeah, the crowd gonna shout, but when the lights go out You know me being me, you wouldn’t think I’d be

There is work to be done, to be done Let's have fun, fun, fun Form a line, oh, oh Come on, let's go Let the drums roll out Let the trumpet call While the people shout, "strike up the band" Hear the cymbals ring Calling one and all

I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside (Southside) Yeah, I'm sellin' coke for real That Draco, that Draco Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one Shout out Deezy and them loc's who Crippin' on the Southside (Southside) I get