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Running Wild Preacher

figures come together for an awful vow They have sworn to Satan to celebrate a black mass Damned rites are prepared, black angels they bless Demon and devil, the preacher

figures come together for an awful vow They have sworn to Satan to celebrate a black mass Damned rites are prepared, black angels they bless Demon and devil, the preacher

Fa sho, fa sho It's either gonna be him or me and I ain't finsta be either or Fear no man, bar none, be a hog like a wild bull Playas don't keep score

, keep reaching Just to pull more out the core of the deamon The people need to see them pure human being Blood, sweat, love, hate, life, death, joy, pain Little child running wild

Woke up this morning looking at the screen There's a couple of men talking, I'm not sure what they mean There's a conversation many men running wild We

Ow Running under cover of the moonlight Shadow death row At the night we'll be running, wild with no hope For tomorrow No tomorrow As we're walking through

gonna come along And save her, save her soul AND WE'RE GONNA SHOUT TO THE DEVIL SHOUT TO THE SKY SHOUT TO THE GODS ALMIGHTY HIGH PREACHER TEACHER PREACHER

And you hear Ironman on your - radio rapping Your feet start the dancing and your - hands start the clapping [Verse 2: Street] Street's running through

)] It's either gonna be him or me and I ain't finsta be either or Fear no man, bar none, be a hog like a wild bull Playas dont keep score Let em know