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Murder Of My Sweet The No Evil

and believe the sermon But instead I spoke up and relieve the burning Hoping that He understands my reasons for it Naw, I ain't evil, I'm equal And nigga I ain't sweet

a fiend One last kiss from my sweet serpentine Eliminate, break navigate to rejuvenate Thoughts of suicide with my nickel plate Reconciliation came from my

Pretenders to the throne kneel before him Appalling wretched demon king Praise be to us his children Spawns of evil?s reckoning Doomed from the inception

the deal On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal To my seed, May I lead you into no breed of evil In the categories and stories I breed my sequel

FIRMIN: This is lunacy! Well, you know my views ANDRE: ...Utter lunacy! FIRMIN: But we daren't refuse ... ANDRE: Not another chandelier FIRMIN: ...Look, my

easy. Murder to tha first degree, gotta represent dividend, president, flint, is sweet to me like peppermint. You'll never find my fingerprints, so watch me getaway, murder

it ain't shit to do but look (Talk about, what?) In my "Home Sweet Home" I keep chrome next to my bones Alters my walk to limpin' (Home sweet home) Since

the rolling hills of suicide everyone will run and hide screaming bloody murder with their heads of fire there just may be a chance for me my sweet insanity

to sympathize and pity All the suffering and heartache, all the graves and broken bones For buried there a testament to the evil of a queen A misery that