and you pull the strings / you think i?m a whore / i?ll play when you pay / you think you are god / but you?ve missed one thing / you?re the one in command
death starts to unfold it's loud like the worlds at an end your in a blood fury the metal won't stop onlookers they bang at command cutting your palm
made his choice, Patricia was the one He took her by her hand and led her down His private hell, caught in his command Patricia Lutz took death by its
to all of its glory See the fear, in the eyes of the dead The circle's to close once again Close you eyes for a dying world Death's command won't betray
: Blasting our way through the boundaries of Hell No one can stop us tonight We take on the world with hatred inside Mayhem the reason we fight Surviving
: [Lyrics - Hanneman, King; Music - King] Blasting our way through the boundaries of Hell No one can stop us tonight We take on the world with hatred
the head Leave in your wake a trail of the dead Servant under hell's command Die among the lost and the damned Knee deep in the dead Death looming overhead
hoes and (many) bitches (Many) huh, bodies that's buried in holes of many ditches (Many, many) homes, plenty chrome up on my whip (Plenty) stop for you
, lots of funeral wakes Make your bones, bring a rat back dead, just ahead A cop's better, use this biretta Snitch, bet your bitch, she in a pre-dug ditch 'Cause I command
By these phony accusations Backlash and slanders Front and they publicity stunts and propaganda Keep it private 'cause I'm the commander In chief, I never stop
sick canvas Now I roam this dead planet Head bandaged, insane Preachin' God's commandment, feel me I move through the dark rages and won't stop Til
name - Rugged Man! Ride with us (Rug y'know the bitch beater) Ride with us (Suffolk County, Long Island) Ride with us (Dead broke black people) Ride with us (Dead
got flip a dime for them rock stars, I'm the richest, infamous, and they can feel this, Commander of them soljas out the melph, lio, and nolia, You can't stop
are R. Monde returned from the dead Then what are you wanting here?" From nowhere I heard a mad cackle From nowhere a voice to me cried "Stop calling
Commanding me to live I sentence you to die, die You can't stop me I'll just kill again You'll never stop me I'll kill until I'm dead Survival Survival
Yo Russell Simmons, this is your commander in chief Of your West Coast operations, Havoc the Mouthpiece My orders are to assemble a team of 6 of the West
bitch A hundred miles an hour, wanna rap my whip Asking God "Shit, where we going after this?" I'ma thug, a thug til heart be stop Til they pick me off
heat out Ready to stop all beef out Play me, maybe you will catch more gravy kid We ill in the back feeling on your ladies Dripped out dip promoter Dead
