In shackles the dreams keep haunting But don't you turn away, from the light of day Then everything fades to black [CHORUS] Go back to Hell The dawning
: [Dronjak / Cans] Saints - From heaven Hell hang-arounds - Decending Disciples of repression Fuse - Our evil Exterminate - Protectors Bringing us down
: Girl came through, the light skin honey with the cinnamon smell, Girlwas so enticing, baby, make a nigga choose hell Momma hopped up on cocain Daddy
routed path as math magnified caves splashed in ash mud Travel back before your wahs, laughs, graf, grass, and cash was The dew on day one back to the
it at any cost so it's no remorse When I'm blastin off like you been askin for it When Black step in the door all hats is off Your hands up in the air goin back
: {crowd noise} Ahh yeah Oww! Hit me band! Oww! (Hey, hey) Hit me band! (Yep) From out of nowhere so they came Smellin' like a dozen cans of wet
your seat belt fastened Trunk rattlin? like two midgets in the back seat wrasling Speakerbox vibrate the tank, make it sound like aluminum cans in the back
Hell or Salt Lake City It would be about the same to me It would be about the same to me [Kid Rock] My name is... My name is... I'm going platinum Back
it to me, for a one-two check Give me a pound and lots of respect No hands, you dissapointing my fans You on reverb, and talking to cans Hello - how
shun the heaven That lead men to this hell If all the stars Disappear and die And I am looking at an empty sky Oh I'll be damned Back behind the sun
back in the days I had a afro, now I let it lock up, shine with the nubian glow, flow, on, hunt down the hell spawn, killing vampires like in "dusk till
, let's see your seat belt fastened Trunk rattlin', like two midgets in the back seat wrestlin' Speaker box vibrate the tag Make it sound like aluminum cans
't run shit, yeah Who run this shit? We run this bitch Put your hands up, nigga Put your hands up, bitch Put your hands up, hoe Put your hands, trick My back
any cost so it's no remorse When I'm blastin' off like you been askin' for it When Black step in the door all hats is off Your hands up in the air goin' back
Girl came through, the light skin honey with the cinnamon smell Girl was so enticing, baby, make a nigga choose hell Momma hopped up on cocaine Daddy
bad habit I killed Tony, Lucky Charms, and the Silly Rabbit, Cut the lights, see that shit, I'm glowing Alright, I'm done, cut em back on, wait, where
a hundred degrees, Where I'm from you might see Suffa MC, Walking the traps trying to escape the map, Ninety one was my shit I'm trying to take it back
you got on the stage you would all be warned About if you're good enough, to rock the place But if you wasn't they would throw beer cans in your face
