In The Panchine - Deadly Combination (Instrumental) | Текст песни

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[The Notorious B.I.G. along with Germes]
Payback? Lord, yeah! Burn down devil's son!
This slick grayskin freak was bustard from his start.
Condemptin' his' smart bein' just slave to satan,
I've never knew him. Burn down. Loki, ur tarn!

Amen. Those who's awake'n'alive now please tell me how
The Nation of HipHop Game that brought world Biggie and Pac
This Last Days sayin' "hell, yeah!". Stop. Me say: "fuck, not".
Scat suffer in lake of fire, satan, I command with the Power of Word!
Don't stay in my way, wicked and demons, cause me too hot.
Lean back those who lie to themselfs: "we invented HipHop".
Give glory to LORD, the TRULLY GOD, reprobates! or ur won't last.
Before ur poppa thought fuckin ur momma, WE INVENTED HIP HOP.
Don't think in ur filthy hearts, stupids: "God won't refund".
Like Jesus Christ Crussified and Ressurected from dead, David the King will return,
Breathing with JUDGE's NAME, cryin': "Lord, let the Last Judgement start".
Whooo's me?! Me the First to blame y'all everywhere my deeds're done.
Stop sayin' in ur filthly hearts, stupids: "The GOD won't refund".
Next, pedophilic popes, u worms trunna say to me u were with da Lord from da start?!
Obey to Peter and Paul the Saints, or I'll stand against y'all and ll come for u in ur nightmares.
All others sacerdotal ranks, not fuckin' boys,
Don't try to say in ya: "this ain't for me",
Dismiss faggots with strickly confidence,
God blame for blasphemy, not for bein' ugly.
Devided States, most u produce is anal porn, media dirt and based on blatant lie credit of dollaral trust,
How can u teach, when u need to be taught, how can u make war for peace, when u're busted by gangsta wars?!
FRN, NYSE, Banks, damned massons or their slaves, u try to fullfill blackhole with another blackhole.
How many furious anger from Archangel of Seas u need more to understand that u r goin' ways of dead and never reborn.
U say u know ecomonics, weak minded, with maths errors in ur books,
For bein' u I'd better prefer bein' crook.
Hey, cursed butthead killaz of defenceless, u say it is democrasy u spread?
Democrasy for idolatry or fuckin' each others ass? what, zombies of black marketing, what sin you chose?
See, they still give u right to choose,
Although it was given to you from God from your birth.
Pi. 3 dot 14. Awayting ultrasurf order. Go down. Code 3. Formation 72.
Wicked jews, how gave u cabbala that u teach, fear da Jegovah's Wrath, make public announcement that y'all followers of suicide juda.
Massons, satan semen, false witnesses on the court of inquisition in the Sight of True LORD,
Christ LORD crussified by your predecessors will return fanatic tamplier order. Green and Gold Dragons will crush horroraly ur damned bones.
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