myself up off the floor kneel down and exorcise prepare for what's in store and I stop shaking tonight pull myself up off the floor kneel down and exorcise... dead man walkin
blessing We stressing the lesson The Fathers acceptance of the rejected demands perfection To stand in and then Bare the brunt of man's sins Cause He transcends man
of the war You may sleep in the cradle of Eden Betrayed your prophets Dead seeds buried deep An army of none We'll prey on the weak And you may walk
on him, or her Carter, Father, Of This rap thang, this is my race Gon' take a lap man weezy babys nursery Now gon' take a nap man, it's nap time I'll
Magnani] Finally light! Finally I'm free to run away... away from the night It was too much time Spent like a dead man walking by I finally can spread
Let's, let's go I Got the call about eleven fifteen Twelve o'clock arrived on the scene Looked around and things were ill The party was at a dead stand
Count the bodies, that's four dead Look behind your fuckin' back With the drill bit in your ass crack, extream pressure Teach you a lesson Fuck your confession
'm gon' walk right up to you niggaz and go off on you niggaz And I ain't leavin' no witnesses And don't get drunk and confess to none of y'all misses
, money from across the street Think its sweet, think you get money across the street Me and my peeps often meet At 5-0 they work for us, walk the beef Walk
hopeless) Jesus (He arose from the dead) Jesus (Just like He said) Every knee shall bow Every tongue confess That Jesus is Lord That Jesus is Lord He walked
I go by them goon rules if you cant beat em then you pop em, You cant man em then you mop em, You cant man em then you drop em, You drop em cuz we pop
, or her Carter, Father of this rap thang, this is my race gon' take a lap man weezy babys nursery now gon' take a nap man, its nap time I'll holla
to y'all Any man that rapes a woman is not a man at all Especially a little girl that don't know nothin' about that rape Man, you're a maniac So now
-second best Second guess-hopeless won't confess-none the less Hell is rising. You're a.... Dead man...Walking Dead man...old man Dead man...Dead man walking
dog Now he's become everything that you hate He's just in time to be too late His friends are like snowflakes His lies are confessions Behold the old man
't work, I'll lift my shirt For a certain dirty old man in Overstrand And I'll see that he is happy! When he's dead, his willa?? Instead of bequeathing
my back, my back stairs Pulled in to Nazareth, was feeling 'bout half past dead I just need some place where I can lay my head Said `mister, can you tell me where a man
the small talk "Alright, man...this bitter taste in my mouth needs to get washed out Ghosts in this house don't have anything timely to talk about." The concept is dead
