. "Genocide for the communist crap". Once again, "America", you are responsible for millions of deaths. So close to and so far from East Timor. For
May heaven's fires burn the point of no return, sensual thorn My head's spinning round, waiting to fall, fall for a secret desire Too far to starve yet too close
playa playas. Hey, there, Mo Thug and we gotsta give 'em some love, so now you're dealin' with the big pimps and the thugs. You get up too close and
secret to decode If you can't save it, leave it dying on the road Wide open arms can feel so cold So cold, feel so cold Balance the books, the ledges
old boss want me dead Dropped the first of the three and you said it was weak 'No Limit Top Dogg', the return of the beast So from that point on I know
taste of the raw Comin through with the Clan so you won't get far Batters and scars, all respect due to the gods And my queen killa-bees just collectin
me Lay down what you can read about So far and close at the same time as we disconnect Just to figure it out the two of us Sun, rain, comin' again So
to die. "So pass this sacred dagger and let yourself fly free. So pretend you're dreaming and rise above this world of you and me." [Liar! All those
plane across the sea To some foreign land She stayed at home and tried to understand How someone who had been so close could be so far away And
there, mo thug and we gotsta Give 'em some love, so now you're dealin' with the big pimps and the thugs. you Get up too close and we fuckin' you up, you
for dead, switch sides, now my old boss want me dead Dropped the first of the three, and you said it was weak, No Limit Top Dogg the return of da biz And from dat point
dark path of blood wrath And all she wants is vengence. Her heart had turned to stone No more smiles, so more cries She had to grow so fast Anger and
the point of no return Nothing to become and nothing left to burn Watching unseen untouched bleeding Empty exposed dying eyes closed Once he had forests and
I've closed the wall In life and death my word stands tall The pain your lust has thrown to me I shall return the suffering I'll tear your throat and
secret to decode if you can't save it, leave it dying on the road wide open arms can feel so cold so cold feel so cold balance the books, the ledges
of friends and wine Of sharing curries and getting shitty With good-looking hippies With fairies on their spines And butterflies on their titties. And
and down the Roman front, the charioteers screaming abuse at the grim legionaires, decurions and centurions, and hurling spears and other missiles which