Goodby my love, I leave my fate to the king I must be off to battle, fortune it may bring Fortune for the nobles Death and Pain, life will be sold Goodby
tragedy, unite as one Fate, show man no sympathy Something Wicked feeds, thy will be done Ten thousand souls One for every year of framing One of thirteen
do you say Can we turn this clock back Thirteen years and relate? I won't mind, can we stay But isn't it fate? But isn't it fate, That we spill our guts
Ride though history When fate conquered the power Sons of war, fighting for Power, fame and glory It was plain to see when fate conquered the power
soroioty, I'm a call you cocoa Like candy, go sing a song with brandy But rhyming and double timing, what is you sayin g? I take my thirteen shot I pray
fuckin' Killaz that do they thang like BANG BANG, BANG BANG, BANG (Repeated) I step into a club, I love to see tha blood I put thirteen slugs into a
moms, At the same time they moms pray for them. Ask the Lord to stay with them, guide them on they way, But damn a nigga been a lost fate. It hurts on
feathered serpent Is passing through the gate And (the) winter solstice (Is) the Door of Kukulkan The wheel of time is the spinner of the fates (The)
say What do you say Can we turn this clock back thirteen years And relate I won't mind Can we stay But isn't it fate Isn't it fate That we spilled our
your body rot Top closing down on your caskets wanna make these bastards think we got mercy Putting in work since a nigga thirteen Sending niggas like
The Feast of Fools, 1308 As January slipped into the grip of winter A leather leash tightened round the throat of fate Amidst the flock, disease and
bedazzled, Her presence sought applause Though Her torchlit shadow Thrown upon damp cellar walls Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen
legs A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds She sought the Sorceress Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite's lair Nine twisted fates
filled with others Cuz his father'd left his mother years ago And Lester's mother took in lovers to feed and clothe his younger brothers So at thirteen
met a man who trained himself not to dream What he seems to have seen was a glimpse of everything He's been painting pictures on canvas since age thirteen
You might think that this environment's cruel Fuck it, this what I decided to do Started stealing anything I could move Now I'm thirteen, with something
Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen He used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen