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Burnt flesh, peeled off skin Hell on earth you bring [Chorus] The curse on your hands The faith to kill Because all you touch Turns into filth Centuries
Caress me in your velvet chair Conceal me from the ghosts you cast away I'm in no hurry You go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch. Fill their
Caress me in your velvet chair Conceal me from the ghost you cast away I am in no hurry, You go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch Fill their
to ecstasy Baby come get down with me Heat it up just a touch Are you down for my love Heat it up just a touch Are you down for my love Heat it up just a touch
ve changed a lot since we were young. Times will change, and there?s nothing I can say to right all of your wrongs. Just grow up, and pray we?ll keep in touch
it? Lizard king loafers on swole when I'm kickin' it Joe, the live nigga, real rig-a-marole You a handshake away, and them fingers is cold [Blu:] Touch
While dem girl read about me on the Internet But it's not their fault, don't get upset Because dem can't touch me intellect And boom dem can't even bounce
a human head You're sayin' to me "I should've killed it" "I should've killed it" "I should've killed it before" You're right, you're right "Kill
: Sky is clear tonight Sky is clear tomorrow A star is out I reach for one to sparkle in my hand A star is out I will not touch you I am and just a
I fell in love so fiddast. Bet I'm gon kill it from the back dat aass Yah I'm funeral I am on a killing spree Bitches can't get in touch Still feeling
mouth that diss you Eww, you niggas disgust me And they ain't talkin bout shit unless they discuss me Let's talk about how, I'm killin errything I touches
't get a tan from me Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money Soon as his un-tuck BAM Talking about you touch grams I'm coming through your
they need crutches and lighters The Fed's can't touch us indict us, and the hoes can't even get numbers They wanna stay in touch, they could write us,
say baby It's damn, look at her Girl you look incredible (So good you killin em) Flawless girl from head to toe Girl you killin em Ain't nobody touch
say baby It's damn, look at her Girl you look incredible (so good you killin em) Flawless girl from head to toe Girl you killin em Ain't nobody touch
d much rather die in this bloody war [Chorus:] Fly high touch the sky Never know the reason why it ends Victim of fate! I had to kill people to save
a horrible day [?] Bouquet Married to the game, I don't need no bouqeut Just a new whip and it got her to pay So I tell 'em touche Go nigga, Go Rozay
