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End Zone lyrics

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(Spirits Of The Dead) Thy soul shall find itself crying alone Mid dark thoughts of gray tomb-stone Not one, of all the crowd Into the hour of horror be silent in that Solitude which is not loneliness For spirits of the dead Spirits stood in life before you are In the death around you - their will their will is overshadowing you Therefore you must be forever still The night thought clear shall frown like wounded devil stars shall look right down at the graves From their high thrones replaced in the heaven With light like hope to mortals given As burning fever Which would adhere To you forever Every thought will never banish now vision vanish From thy spirits shall they will pass no more Like dew from the grass the breethe the breath Of God is still mist upon the hill Look how it moves Between the trees Riddle's mistries.

Here's To You

DIO "Strange Highways"
Here's to you! Here's to me! Masters of the universe The curse of destiny All for one, it's one for all Now you can pull the trigger As we're knocking down on the wall When you finally shoot too high The lie will always bring it down You resurrection angels, Look what we found That the wheel goes around So here's to you! Come on, raise the dead Heads will roll Cancel the infection We can purify the soul Do the crime Then write the law There's no wrong you can change it where A change you've never saw Hey, you desperation angels Here we found That they all fell down So Here's to me! Here's to you! Here's to you! Here's to me! Here's to reason! Here's to me! Here's to you! Raise the dead! Here's to freedom!

Little Did I Know

ZOEGIRL "ZOEgirl"
I had an angel that sat on my shoulder, seems like everybody's got one, I had the devil waiting on standby, for when I wanted to have some fun thought that I was living forever, I thought that my smile would get me in, never felt the wind that was coming, never thought the party would end no, no, no, no... Chorus little did I know that you were all I needed little did I see until you opened up my eyes little did I know that one prayer could reach you little did I know that you even cared I had my daddy wrapped 'round my finger I never made my momma cry nothin but smiles on the outside but all the while living a lie If you ask me am I going to heaven, I said you know I've been a good good girl I'm gonna spend all my money on makeup and a find a boy who will buy me the world chorus little did I know that you loved me before I even met you I didn't see beyond myself but I couldn't fight forever because you are so easy to trust and now we play together my life has just begun chorus x2

Graveyard

INSANE CLOWN POSSE "Forgotten Freshness Vol. 1"
I'm scared...out in the graveyard w-w-w-who's there? who's out there? who are you? who are you? leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alonnnnnne!!!! I C P the wicked clowns and Project Born Serial Slaughtering mutha fuckas in the graveyard Tick to the mutha fuckin tock Nigga the click from Project Born and ICP are here to rock Nigga trippin in the graveyard Just don't try to play hard It will be your ass up on the black one Out there pullin carcass J will be the Barrier 2 Dope will be the Carrier And Project Born is Sworn to put a bullet in your derriere It's time to wake the dead and dead and move And then they woke up a lot of souls And hope to hell with the Nitty folk Cuz I be dreamin I'm dead and gone And on the fuckin tooth I miss Mr. Nitty 74 to 94 took two to the head tryin to be hard to get you there Punk ass nigga do your hair six mutha fuckas will carry you there It'll side your fate, if I'm movin I be hurtin ya I'm puttin on way to much drinks so it is curtains for ya Bitches I'm a blast and the bitches are never after These punk ass thinks he's tryin to throw the casket on the masta, I'm fasta You should of tried to beat me to the ticker yo I don't give a fuck if Mr. Nitty bein hoe Don't risk your neck from the brother on the boulevard G-r-a-v-e-y-a-r-d bitch it's the graveyard Stop into the graveyard been chillin here for days Workin the graveyard shift diggin up all the graves Sellin all the stiff to the Dead Body Man one came back to life so then I began to ran The decrepit mutha fucka was followin right behind I don't know what to do, I think I'm losin my mind Right then the corpse came jumpin out a tree Way out a tree And fallin on top of me Back on my feet As I began my face Put my hands around his neck and tried to put it in a brace But a nope, that's not how the shit goes His head popped off and started nibblin at my toes I got dead bodies to the right I got dead bodies to the left I thought the carry one, but what about the rest? Tie me up with some veins dragin me into the tomb I knew I had to be doomed Cuz I can hear the loons in my head It was dead, echoin through my brain Tellin me somethin's wrong then I felt the pain It was knockin down my flesh by the pound But that's what happens when you be fuckin around in the graveyard, dawg Come to the graveyard now you see what's goin on You scareder then a muther fucker shouldn't of brought your ass along Ain't no place to hide, and really no place to run And plus I pack a bible, a shovel, and a shot gun Don't you point your finger though ICP don't ride a horse You think it's over now, but now it's gonna get much worse Deadly sour paid a gang, nothing else can fuck with that See you wanna don't know what you got, you better duck with that The dead will come alive and decapitate your fuckin head Now I gotta wake the dead Sleepin on the death bed Mr. Nitty gonna great the bitch, to you aint no fuckin bitch I'm stealin for the broken hoe Suck on my dick you rich hoe Your daddy got a job and he treat me like a bum But I'm a let his ass know, he can come and get some And he ain't mean shit to me Commin from the PJP The Project Born Is slassin but you best be watchin me Cuz I'm diggin graves, graves is what I'm diggin I can't believe this shit, this niggas still liven So why you gonna play hard? Brother blow your hole card And I'll go slap your ass with the shovel in the graveyard My name is Violent J and I be sleeping in a coffin Deep underground Never to be found Then my body rots as I'm sleepin in peace Cuz nobody dares to ever wake the deceased But who is this mutha fucka knockin at my tomb? Disturbing the worms that are trying to consume, my body It better be somebody worthy, bastard, oh, he he, it's the Ringmaster Giving me orders to awake from the dead My body is decade I need to find a new head And a new leg, but then I'll be straight To crawl from the dirt And put in some work One O'clock one thirty, two in the mornin Wicked Clowns ICP and Project Bornin At the graveyard I got the whole wide world in my hands Cuz I'm the Dead Body Man Wicked, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Fun Eiffel eye and T and Southwest become one And in the name of the dead you got dealt yet another joker card Straight from the graveyard (repeat)

Holy Deception

Deicide "Legion"
Time has imprisoned on my soul Religion in the path of what compels me Lies instrument the holy hate Deceiving of the weak in faith intention Suffering with no reason and nodoubt Pertruding on the lines of persecution Vomit on the holy man never before your saviour Brain dead victims of the holy Preach your holy lies Laugh at divinations and we all will be dead Inscripted is you who will die Hypocratic bible puncher Perish from thisland Faithinized victims of the kingdom of hatred Infecting this world with their plan Before none I shall confess From a far nor heaven sent Cursed are the lambs of god Brain dead victims of the holy Preach your holy lies Laugh at divinations and we all will be dead Inscripted is you who will die Hypocratic bible puncher Perish from thisland Faithinized victims of the kingdom of hatred Infecting this world with their plan Time has imprisoned on my soul Religion in the path of what compels me Lies instrument the holy hate Deceiving of the weak in faith intention Suffering with no reason and no doubt Pertruding on the lines of persecution Vomit on the holy man never before your saviour

As One

JAY-Z "The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse"
(feat. Freeway, Memphis Bleek, Sparks & others) [Rell] We're the ones with the flame ([Jay-Z:] 'Yeah') We're the fire that remains ([Jay-Z:] 'Turn Rell up a little bit') We're controllin' the game from now on ([Jay-Z:] 'Huh') [Jay-Z] Yeah! It's the world reknown Internationally connected Locally accepted Roc-A-Fella Records Don't get it confused ([Rell:] 'Roc, baby') Doin' what we do ([Rell:] 'It's The Roc, baby') B. Sig., Rell, Peedi Crakk, Free, Young H-O, Bleek ([Rell:] 'You understand') Introducin' [Young Chris] It's Young C ([Neef:] 'Young C!') Home of Philly, young and hungry All the girlies wanna fall in lust with me And every hood in the world discussin' me I hated once when I didn't give it up to Neef [Neef] It's Neef Buck ([Chris:] 'Neef Buck!') Out the cut ([Chris:] 'Out the cut!') All the haters wanna claim that they fuck with us It ain't a game, niggas know that they Toys R Us They can't fuck with us [Young Chris] AAAWWWWWW [Sparks] I'm the one Man I'm money, hoes, clothes and shows To do with your ho all wrapped in one I'm not done Man, I'm the shit after its all said and done The one to cop one, come back for another one Quick fast, like rapid refund I'm the grrrrrrr mean green out the money machine I'm not done I'm Omilio, and interviews thought you could hold Sparks in the hood [Jay-Z] And you like it [Young Chris] All those haters talkin shit we don't like it [Beanie Sigel] We love it That black mask, black glove shit Roll up on him don't budge, bitch With my mack, and my tech And my vest, just like that For them niggas thinkin' Mack Milli not really from the streets I'm that gallstone trapped in the belly of the beast [Rell] Those seen here we'll lead you forever And we will not leave you, never And our voices will ring ([Sparks:] 'rrriinngg') together As one [Young Chris] AAAWWWWW [Freeway] It's young Free Move, workin' the wheel Hand jerkin' the V Busters don't let you crossed the line Thinkin I'm off my job But I'm on like Chris when he popped his cuz Thinkin them slugs'll fly [Peedi Crakk] Call me P.C. Tempers feelin', I peel Look how I'm killin' the wheel The fitted tilt to the left The shirt blend with the sweats Your girls skirts invest She undressin', don't stare Check the picture nigga [Jay-Z] I'm the one Young H-O, a game of one What you think I'd do to the brain of that dame you brung Listen hon, twist one, this Armi, sip some It's only 40 proof, it feel like 151 When I'm done Make a run with The Roc Rock Air Force 1's Rock a bun, hide shit in her hair when I come Through customs, cops can't bust him It's Hov the Hustler, I'm having one hell of a run [Jay-Z] And you like it [Young Chris] All those haters talkin' shit we don't like it [Memphis Bleek] No, we love it I got a mommy with a body, don't touch it You can't fuck wit Young Easy, I on the Just Blaze production You get nothin' We get enough spins Can't stop us from coppin bottles while we clubbin' It's the R-O-C forever, tell the public, huh! [Rell] Those seen here we'll lead you forever And we will not leave you, never And our voices will ring ([Sparks:] 'rrriinngg') together As one [Young Chris] AAAWWWWW

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