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1 Mind Productions - Mystic River
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Hell-oH shit no it's the devil, let me go, let me know the sacrificial lamb was a peasant pendin' noh body's ever endin' soul rottin' rendered by a skull, slaughtered, severed by his own father.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop New School
Charts
Peak #5,721
Peak in subgenre #575
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Wyatt De Ville
Uploaded
December 04, 2004
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MP3 3.1 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Lyrics
you dont have to find the devil cause his eyes are always open fore you know it youll be smokin WOO thats how he got you chokin on your last breath you had to have it thats that and now you last to pass back My last laugh was a chuckle Slippin' off the edge of a bloody knuckle Tuck my pride under my buckle So nobody see the realness I had to conceal it Just let 'em know you feel it Never ever show you fear it I'm the nearest to the kin You was seared but now you singed You kept it clear but now you binge Repent will hear the sound of sin Needles and pins.. I'm walkin' on them, bleed as it bled Seed of descend.. I'm hauntin' flesh, I creep as I can It's six feet deep and I'm dead I pummel through the puddles But I'm leakin' within.. Just let me be and be left I stumble through the rubble but the pieces ascend.. I said.. These fakes, they play These games, on top they stay But they, one day, Will lay, fallin' on their face In the mind of the rendered eyes Am I all I'll ever find? Mirror mirror on the wall Whos the foolish of them all? A man haunts my reflection With his pockets always empty My hearts a locket I lost is depth I'm scarred in flesh Sorry I said I was speechless My lips bleed this silence I'm screamin' this poetry Not knowin' I don't know it's me My tongue twisters cut quicker Than the wrists of puppet stringers Love the sinners, hate the evil doer See you lose first cause nice guys finish last This life lies in the past it's.. Like my bright futures in the casket I'm askin' for forgiveness Only knowin' I won't get it So I'm hopin' I will live it To my last breath, I bequeth A sigh of sadness Grasp this as the seed I breed a bastard Leave my knees in straps cause I'm knee deep in the madness No one believes that I'm the last one The last son..
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