Woorden:
Mf Grimm The Downfall Of Ibliys A Ghetto Opera

would sing As Ibliys cried wishing he could fly again Touched clouds in the sky again Heaven once again He heard a voice that said to try again He heard a

like work Thought he was my man, he was a motherfuckin jerk From his face wipe smirk, flip the script kinda lurk But I'm a gravedigga nigga, so I put '

still, crush all bones brittle No pain, quick kill, maybe hurt just a little Hunger on cellular, yes we call you Don't have a prayer, say one for you