Let me be your angel Let me be the one for you Let me be your angel Let me be the one you believe in Let me be your angel Let me be the one for
and gentlemen I'm sending you bending Pretending the pen is a needle, I'm injecting the venom And I'll be damned if I let another man get to me I'll bruise
king full of virgin kiss me and spin it, excuse to willow and wander dark wonders divest me of robes-sutures Harry and pig meat, the fate of a nation
your masterpiece Feel the release from the phantom bangs you Snatched off put you in a frame and hang you Comin' at you niggas from a different angle Arch Angel
ll fire straight ahead, there'll be no mission abort We can take it to the streets or take it to court Supreme shit get hit over your fort, open the door
're gonna make sure it turns out alright, I wanna be your everything, by your side, for the rest of my life (this love) This love feels the way that love should be
murder is sure to be my trade Drill more heat than Black Suede, I'm the sun beamin on your dome when the shade is nowhere to be found All you hear is
girl I would never let anyone control me I will hold my fort down (4 mal) I?ll never be your property No no no no You?re blockin? me, you?re stoppin? me
and your face eating asphalt Sit back and picture me rolling in a black truck Peeling down your block and lickin off shot's You can use your rags to tie up your
real over me, But still I know my shadow's watching me Kingdom of sleep, deepness of earth I will let time decide for me The promised land I will
I'm sending you bending Pretending the pen is a needle, I'm injecting the venom And I'll be damned if I let another man get to me I'll bruise you with
ahead There'll be no mission abort We can take it to the streets or take it to court Supreme shit get hit over your fort, open the door We've opened up
who let you in? if I knew, then I could get out the murder you see is a mystery to me Right voice (reed, yule) Dear mister muse fellow of wit and gentry
let you in? if I knew, then I could get out the murder you see is a mystery to me Right Voice (Reed, Yule) dear Mister Muse fellow of wit and gentry
Bitches die, cry, and lust for us Damn it feel good to be platinum plus Don't fuck wit us cuzz we dangerous Hold fans like fiends on Angel Dust Clean
me is wasted time Time on me is wasted time Time on me is wasted Repeat Chorus x2 So won't you show your face (show your face) Your little apple shake
