Texty:
Final Fight Final Fight 7

We're number one! We won the fucking race, now you follow behind us now you follow at our pace, and we won't ever stop until everyone is just like us

It's hard to question something pounded in your head. That is way we need to pound in something new. People afraid to give, give the gift of life, because

Hatred in your eyes is beauty in mine, you'll never see it even if I try... I'll try. Oppression and pride is felt from you and it fits you like a glove

, just got off a flight But that don't stop me, who? Not me Pop 1 bottle, pop 2, bottles pop 3 4, 5, 6, chicks in tha V.I.P., 7, 8, 9, naw, they all dimes

need a dose Of that shit that got some of my gente dreaming All in my flows, nobody knows where it all goes But it takes it til the end, final countdown 10, 9, 8, 7

the ten plagues 1st the rivers will be ran with red 2, 3, and 4 dead frogs will cause lice and flies sick livestock is 5 the living they must fight for their lives 6, 7

homes to Bel Air I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabyo homes, smell ya later I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there To

Fighting the good fight of faith intent on final conquest Join us disciples of the light in this spiritual warfare Take hold of eternal life saving souls from Hell [Romans 7

of days I never lived Now the fight is on, until there's nothing left I'll fight like never before The fight is on, until my final breath I've never