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Pastor Troy lyrics

Pastor Troy lyrics

"Fuck Em Lyrics"

Whispering Shadows Lyrics
the fire of the endless youth bleeds in the depth of my heart running in a dream of dying silence in a cold and deep, frozen sea the silent the cold and the deep the depths of a black sea floating through the mistery of life in a stream of naked eyes... I saw the fire across my shadows the hungry shapes of my greyish past it howls within this ceasing mist I shall drown in this world of greed


[Intro: Pastor Troy + (David Banner)]

(Hahaha) Yo yo (Bone Crusher)

Ya'll know what time it is!

Yeah nigga, this your boy Pastor Troy

Check it out, I'm a tell ya'll

David Banner! Mississippi to Atlanta nigga!



[Chorus - repeat 3x]

[PT:] These niggaz wanna hate?!

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[PT:] These niggaz wanna mug?!

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[PT:] Wanna run up on a thug?!

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[PT:] I'm a pump them a slug!

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!



[Verse: Pastor Troy]

My mind on money, what the hell you thinking bout?

The cars, the broads, the stocks, the house

To find my mouth, I'm spitting flames wit Banner

Mississippi putting it down wit Atlanta

No cameras, bitch this ain't no camera trick

Ain't no stunt man needed, bitch you best to believe it

Some niggaz say I'
Encyclopedia Brown Lyrics
complimentary is an homage i won't pay mediocrazy is the mantra of our time nihilism instability within we won't be pacified we brake tu olive branch sick cow infallibility sardonic to the end delusionary expextancy of things you can't amend don't call me a patriarch don't honor my contempt intolerant intoxicant 1 potato 2 potato 3 potato 4 dehumanize then immunize please visualize the door 5 potato 6 potato 7 potato more absordent deodorant stick that between your legs honey constant vigilance precludes your surprise roll out the barrel ,it's time to ameri
m conceded, I say you God damn right

Them same motherfucking niggaz gon' get robbed tonight

You wanna pick up the fight? I wanna crank up the war

These niggaz taking me light, how you gon' take the .44?

I ain't no hoe my nigga, so don't you tamp-on me

Leave ya R.I.P., bitch this DSGP!

You see the horns on my head? nigga you know I'm the devil

And I pack heavy metal, WHAT THE FUCK you gon' settle

Bitch you better settle down I'm a real ass nigga

I'm strictly bout my scrilla, motherFUCK them niggaz



[Chorus]



[Verse: David Banner]

Hush lil' balla, gangsta cap peela

Who I be? this Mississippi trill nigga!

Fuck a hater bitch, suck a dis

I'm down to take 9 wit a thirty something clip

And bust it on a bitch, to me it ain't shit

I ain't did nothing but praise God and my clip

So come to Mississippi and we taking yo hoes, pick in yo dome
Dinnertime In The Morgue Lyrics
Purulent necromorphism takes hold As curdled innards turn yellowish with mold Autodigestion of entrails and liquefaction Decaying viscera collapse in colonic compaction Sludge and grume - Viscous gore Pyomorphism rots - To the core Spawning ground - For grubs and worms Infested gut - In your grave you turn... Bowels bleeding black - As they are consumed Intestinal tract - splatters all over your tomb Consuming impulse - The larvae are gorged The corpse starts to convulse - Dinne

BOOM, hoes and clothes wit black .44s and Calico's

Give a FUCK what a bitch nigga know, you know this

You getting stuck like Al Green and a bitch wit some hot grits

Tell em Yankees this a new day

Ya'll gon' speak about Mississippi in a new way

I got some peelas in Atlanta holla "you wait!"

And spelling bread raw backwards in yo two way, all life



[Chorus]



[Bridge: David Banner]

Now put yo bangers up

Now put yo fingers up

Now put yo fingers up

Now put yo fingers up



[Chorus]

[PT:] Police wanna stop the trill

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[PT:] Wanna ride in the chromie grill

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[PT:] I'm a bust the blue steel

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[PT:] How you's gon' hate wit a stack of mill?

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[PT:] Girl get loose and
Machineries Of Joy Lyrics
The Machineries of Joy Work, work, work, true work! Pain, pain, pain, sweet pain! Mein Muskeln sich verschoenern (90%: My muscles are improving) Sehen sterlen schweiss fuehlen (70%: See, die, feel sweat) Schmutzesam drecksam Bauerarbeit (50%: Dirt,some filth, some builder's work) Schwarz undd all Bauerlohn (20%: Black and all builder's wages) Join the rhythm of machine Feel the power while you learn Join the rhythm of machine Sweat and pain is all you ea
pop the pill

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[PT:] You my down wit a bitch a feel (?)

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!



[Verse: Pastor Troy]

Get loose, get neck, or get high tonight

Tell em thugs get ya boys we gon ride tonight

If I die tonight, man fuck em all good

Cause I left this bitch quiver left

And would ride man choo

What this hoe really wan' do? fuck or suck the stick

Like ooh, don't fuck me naw nigga, I'll fuck you

Two, three in your face till you're blue - black

Would you fuck her wit a jack top man?

I'll shoot ya in your back like BLAT BLAT BLAT!!



[PT:] YEAH!

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[PT:] YEAH! YEAH!

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[PT:] Say fuck them niggaz

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[PT:] Say fuck them niggaz

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!



[Chorus - to fade]