through burning towns My sword is in my hand But the battle has been lost And there is nothing to defend At Culloden in seventeen fourty six Scotlands fate
unite as one Fate, show man no sympathy Something wicked feeds, thy will be done Ten thousand souls One for every year of framing One of thirteen the
tragedy, unite as one Fate, show man no sympathy Something Wicked feeds, thy will be done Ten thousand souls One for every year of framing One of thirteen
the illest hustler, that the world ever seen he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen nigga
Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen He used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
say What do you say Can we turn this clock back thirteen years And relate I won't mind Can we stay But isn't it fate Isn't it fate That we spilled our
mind thirteen rot over ten years decayed thirteen bodies will be left unburied thirteen dead that will awake thirteen pieces of your fate thirteen
: When I start movin, you see a blur. Get hooked on me baby, there ain't no cure. I've always been able to laugh at fate. Two brown eyes filled with
: When i start movin', you see a blur. Get hooked on me baby, there ain't no cure. I've always been able to laugh at fate. Two brown eyes filled with
soroioty, I'm a call you Cocoa Like candy, go sing a song with Brandy But rhyming and double timing, what is you sayin G? I take my thirteen shot I pray
When I start movin', you see a blur Get hooked on me, baby, there ain't no cure I've always been able to laugh at fate Two brown eyes filled with hate
your body rot Top closing down on your caskets wanna make these bastards think we got mercy Putting in work since a nigga thirteen Sending niggas like
and your body rot Top closing down on your caskets Wanna make these bastards think we got mercy Putting in work since a nigga thirteen Sending niggas
was about ten But the first time a little chick Made me cum Was eighty-two Or eighty-three My life really came alive In eighty-four I was thirteen But
comes to dinner. Thirteen black cats cross my path - ignoring all the others, There is no bride waiting for me - I'm not one of seven brothers. Fate
Your daddy thinks I?m up to no good I?m only doin? what a young man should It?s been thirteen days since I?ve seen your face I can tell, pretty babe,
, ahhhhhh, whoa, whoa, yeah The lights go out, the smell of doom I'll bet is creeping into your lonely room The bed's on fire, your fate is sealed And