1 Timothy 1:9 Isaiah 1:20 Isaiah 3:11 Isaiah 65:2
Jeremiah 5:23 Exodus 20:13

No body's getting in nobodies getting' out We got
a live bomb and were going to blow the house.
AK-47 thanks be to Kalashnikov Bang, bang bang and
were going to get off Ghetto bird be flying heat
wave to bail out somebody get the bank cause the
berries round about One last blast then we'll
gauge hardcore Everybody lights out like a Nyquil
score We going to knuckle up cause the Jakes bring
war Cause the wrecking crew come knock'n down the
door. Following the cloud for foo foo stuff. It
ain't no secret we be headin' for a bust Whose
that humming upon my blindside better drop the
sack chaser only there for the ride Somebody
getting' killed from that sewer in her vein. She
was a thirst monster now she's gothic insane.

How can I reveal Jesus in me?

1 Samuel 12:25 Romans 1:30 Titus 3:3 Proverbs
30:11 Proverbs 28:17 Galatians 5:21
Can't take another dusting cause the egg is going
to crack. Devil's got dandruff got her nose to the
grind. She's in the boneyard with the dead
presidents. Somebody get a shovel and find out
where she went. If she's with the funky drummer we
need an exorcist. GTA---MPV Alpine bliss. She says
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/yjnOH Sweet Jesus don't need no Holy Oil. Been a
bumrush dreamer while taking her stroll. Her
author babysat with a B-40 lit. Show and prove no
grease couldn't scrap a lick. I know the the PJ's
the plats and the plays cause I met'm in Sweden
right behind the stage. 63 Impala speckled for
explosion Dippin' to the get off house, three
wheel motion Top Fuel buck 50 with a finger on the
trigger Hop on the side of the free world grave
diggers.

Romans 5:20 1 Peter 4:18 Revelation 21:8
Kick Artist jump the knocker nothing but a shife
He ain't no trill he just quacking bout a knife
junkie give me just a minute to make a long story
short Widow makers zeroed at the basketball court
No body had been capped no body had been killed
And in the end there was no blood spilled Chillin'
with the clique got the mad hops jaming. Psychin'
out the gangstas with the base line slamin' Who is
that punk with the three point shot? It's the
reverend from the church sultan of swish and swat
He had come correct he was reel to reel He had
been redrum in his past life devil-ile Now he be
preachin' to get men saved The Word stopped the
game they begin to pray Down on their knees at the
half court line They accepted Jesus for they ran
out of time. Ephesians 1:9-10 1 Peter 4:11