flames and gas flames devours all skin flames devours all hair flames devours all flesh those flames devours all bones flames devours everything remaining gold and
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corpses flames and gas flames devours all skin flames devours all hair flames devours all flesh those flames devours all bones flames devours everything remaining gold and
same thing Or we can chill at the crib and play spades or kick some ass a bit Speedpass the clit and get passionate Grab the buckle and unfasten it and
cell you must endure forever Hell, boundless hell Ruins, the rumble of flames Gas, smoke, death and the horror Minds changed, never the same Images, nightmares, screaming, sweating Again and
me i'll wipe u out i dont givea sh** what my life about shout out to the ni***s that i den got me and my team got this slot we thuggin and shining.
in this gun And as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down And in this pool of blood, and
than this! But your foundation is weak And in time these walls must come down, Why don't you save all the trouble and pull yourself out, Take some gas and a match and
and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and underprivileged
blood That kerosene fuels the evil flame Where they've forgotten your name And you'll never last And you'll die very young When you burn too fast And
cash blast and mash the gas, droppin like my ashes get past this, ho style wicked nigga with fashion you see my pashion, is rippin the microphones and
it was ?Awesome Car!? I called in car cavalry cooked in an 85 Dodge Aries, gas for Huntington and back barely. Equipped with super soakers full of piss and
get, and how they handle they biz How they connect with Jamaician niggas who speak American And how they chains swung a medallion iced out pelicans And how they stay wit four pounders And
pass me a six shot And I'm get turned black and work like a seventeen shot Glock B.G. a raising star, pass me the guard I'm 'bout that war, and these
contact me, and get wit me And still end up bein mad 'cause I charge 50 And as for you suckaz, you can keep those rapz And screw yo awardz, my son
the dash My Z look pretty when it's fast I bet 50 I'ma juice the city before I pass And if you wanna catch fire better step on the gas The opposite
in the limelight, an indentured slave I blame myself. God! Help me pour this gas on me! I need to drown in flames to be free! Help me pour this gas
