Bonfires that burn bright in the mist of the night, the mind ignites the optical receivers, converting over atheist into believers
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Bonfires that burn bright in the mist of the night, the mind ignites the optical receivers, converting over atheist into believers
never movin like golden retrievers never graceful but always with a limp cuz of da street sweeper in da right leg of da pants I'm da last thing sucka's see before i put them in a trance
fans dance metal glance fancy panzy get manish like marilyn manse (manson)
diamonds shine but never mine keep me dull and I'm fine my city neva sunny always cloudy and keep c-cypha punks runnin cuz we roudy
aiyo lyric we make em pouty guns short and stoudy make ya eyes goudgey (goudy)
KnoX we jumpin high but we don't need no nike shox this one line rhyme got all these MC's defenseless like if they had small pox
bitches on our jocks bitches beggin for rocks but we put it on locks thats just knox
Movin swift like a fox but not as easily caught strike once with da sword and leave weak MC's to rought
leavin chopped heads in lil reds basket no need for a casket
closed casket not even an option body so big be lookin jurassic just like da park call me up and I'll play da part
out fo da night but dont worry tomorrow bout noon quench your thirst in a hurry
asiastic bastards dramatic mastas leave you in tragic band maskses
Take em' home with the God-u, knuckle-heads busted open with rachets//
the glock works magic threw times so fake plastic and tragick
Flamin hot metal penetrates through da brain and leaves da double u stain