Woorden:
Fall Out Boy Hand Of God

Just keep away Go on, it's not your fight It's not yours nigga, fall back I'm about to blow somethin' out here, straight up Yeah, this is a family thing

be niggas you can't even speak with You can't run, you can't hide Bad boy 'till the day we die Tell they all like jordan in the fall On top of the hill

Wonderland Jack's serving Jill a bucket in his hand And Jam Master Jay's making out our sound, The turntables might wobble but they won't fall down

[Chorus] I know (I know) These niggas don't want to see me ball. These niggas wanna see me fall. Motherfucker I know (I know) These niggas are trying

A nigga I'm stressin badda den a bitch rite now 'Cause a nigga almost Got married to da liquor boy nigga So fucked up out here cause I'm stressin badda

get back on your feet Parents should be teaching this just as soon as your born Wouldn't matter it's out the Bible or the holy ahran Everything is everything and my God

All you hoes, be cryin' for these bitches All you niggaz, be cryin' for these hoes Both hands clusty, pullin' out gats Double barreled, blew off the

crabs, giving MCs heart attacks, Its yo boy Mac, damn Im great, and you guessed, no love like a man with aids, I feel you dancin gays with some hand grenades, drop bombs, remove your hands

out, do as I say Your words mean nothing at all, so now I lay I say come on, come on, boy, as I lead I say come on, come on, boy, watch it bleed What