is urban-able, exhaust manifold A tar can of hos to lubricate my system quick Shaky bitches off the dick Cos she got a vice grip on the flow from my lips
be frequent beats And the freak and be hit the cheesing They want the dark knight They want a bar fight Hard bites Art is the smartest thing In this scarred life Women that's our vice
candles burnt low and still nothing came Bearing golden secrets from a cold malevolent race He would have his demon! He would have his vice! All save
children lost to free will And the cost of beaten hearts Like the night 'twixt vice and Virtue When Her kiss became a scar Seraph enemies Why has my
I knew deep eyes Of a distant Christ Were scarred from afar under starry lustre Sighting my recitals on the rites of vice Perverting Virtue Enslaving
this place Too long I've wasted in this Melancholy space It's always winter here Like a splinter A vice in your eyes The constant sarcasm Cuts me like a blade The scars
I'm wasting my life with you sick of the sight of you. No feeling no laughter. You wear me down with antimatter. And from you I'll carry this scar.
As I drive and twist the knife Between us, well it should remain ours Between their blood clots and scars I won't consider advice When they carry the deadliest vice
I ain't finished yet, come here (listen to me everybody) Ha true story, (I got a story to tell) About a G-A-N-G-sta [E.S.G.] I got some scars to prove
the air (blaow) What block you from? [Big Pooh] Uhh... Durham, NC, the place where I reside at The Eastside is the place where they ride at Any vice
I'm a saint by name I had a friend called 'generous Bilby' He was a saint by name His only vice was that he died while I did a little dance From dust
of quotes While I dream and hurdle over your hoax Blowin' steam like, it's all murder, incite the right words to Fight, I might serve ya mic, and vice
game is hard And arduous You're gonna play in the dark like when it rains in the park You're hardly conscious of the stains and scars enabling your partly
is me And if it skip a beat, hit repeat This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me [Juelz Santana] Look now Another dead, another born Vice versa
are swept aside by the hunger of this vice With a heart of steel I fade into the night, oh Slave to this vice is what I've come to be A sickening love
We'll never play the fools So, no, you can't take what's inside of me All about the sound from way out He's got the scars just to prove he's "down" No
silence the pain Death is like an old friend I can't wait to watch you die I am you vice so real, so real Desires of the scars of new flesh Bathe in
She sucks you deeper in She is suffering You exist within her shadow Beauty she is scarred into man's soul A flower attracting lust, vice and sin