m a Al-Qaeda leader in jail And my prison pose my arms all swell like Melle Mel Do you hear me like the Prophet heard the Angel Gabri-el Booooom! You
memory, of your death I savor, so I soak your fuckin' brains in blood for flavor And cook up, a spectacular meal It's funny, even in the winter time I
my Shepherd I shall not want Your heart was a machine Giving life all around you But last night the world cried When it said goodbye to an Angel And now, death
don't wanna be fly They wanna be high, on the charts By selling out the music, the arts that we love But the dark angel of death will swoop down from
my, cancerous shower cause a transfer of power, I'm the man of the hour how I keep time make clocks stop to watch leave time a verse behind everytime
can be found! [Machine: ] Do... [John Doe: ] ....you believe... [John + Machine: ] ...in... [Everybody: ] DEATH! [Machine: ] Do... [John Doe: ] ....you believe... [John + Machine: ] ...in... [Everybody: ] DEATH
sick to death of waiting on em So save that dedication to your frustration Cause the brilliance of a plan is in giving up There's nothing inspirational like watching angels
