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The Priests King Of Kings

host didst round me stand. The child of God can fear no ill, his chosen dread no foe... ...'Tis not from chance our comfort springs. thou art our trust, O King of kings

prophet priest I pull out boxes and brooms And I gush like a groom For it's here I commune with A prophet, priest and king If I indeed am misperceived

Traducere: Smalltown Poeţi. Profet, Preot, şi regele.

you a weak motherfucker then you best bow down Show your respect, kneel or you might be next Pay homage to my rings, and witness the king [Killah Priest