Clint Black - "Calling It News" - On Purpose lyrics
And the city did sink into the depths of the sea,
And the inhabitants there over drown.
Sparks frightening and there were exceedingly sharp lightning's.
Such has never had been known, falter scared in all the land.
This is dedicated to fire, what came first liar.
Spine of titanium,
An invisible alien hawk stalks the lost jungles of Asia.
Killing soldiers, thrilling heat holders.
The eldest dragon, you'd be held assassins.
Whether cellar mast, been backwards clever never,
Embezzler, interstellar bastard, bad pretty dastardly city.
The Tasmanian devil was called the devil by early European settlers,
Who were terrified by its demonic cries lost.
All along the horror score, fire wasp. x2
At last you crash like the colossus of roads, jump away like toad.
Tired of being harassed by your stupid parents.
Bionic bomb shelters, sub-atomic, incoherent lyrics to a cometh.
It took a day to reach the summit. the high cost of living,
Turkey F-A-N-G-S giving. I bring lightning. I'm king pieces of the ocean,
Just swimming. It never go to extra innings.
Friend im the pride of beside, Henry Jeckel much obliged to highs,
Mr. Edward Hyde. The good witches ride.
And Frankenstein can't help to rhyme, I spark and laugh in the dark,
And boss the holocaust. Gone to concrete island of Alcatraz.
Two about to blast, man listen Ill swallow a gun and go to San Queinten
I catch Fire x 'whatever'
A sharp siezor ten times more sensitive than light
And rap a hired killer, he's like Linus and the blanket
Real vampires prefer counts of Hollywood actresses
The ceiling collapsing gave in, I catch fire.
The Ancient Egyptians bathed in blood of pagan prescriptions
It was chosen, stolen, so misbehaved by thug(?)
MC so badly crushed
That he was loosing a cup of blood with every heartbeat
I stalk obsolete.
At night, I walk and talk on the street, the midnight rambler.
Ive been waiting for four long years, buried in the sand
Under the shade of a tree and its just a matter of time
Until a large man will use the tree as a sun shade.
And that's when I launch my attack, nigga-I can rap.
The assassin bug lives in Latin American, the best
Does your home have an uninvited guest?
The body will shut down after loosing aphlorize (?)
Four Pints a vital thresh.
When the sun goes down in America,
Too South of nowheres, sos don't go there,
A murder in silent hill, for real, Im the violent tyrant still.
A deadly spider calling you, "you're toys."
Boys in New York there are nine rats to every person.
This one, my noise, red heavy curtain.
When the moon goes down in America, an executioner goes to work.
Gloriously destructive, the eldest dragon,
I'm sinister as a ghost that lurks. A murder on shadow mountain.
Police blood hounds used to track down the killer.
The stealth hazard, you're tarred in,
A store held captive by armed men.
Something made of pieces fitted together.
The killer morphed the bird killer off, kind bounty bastard,
Find the last hazard county, Alaskan like madmen standing.
I strike liver then bad friend, A white spider assassin.
Assemblage, crime-ending, a collection or gathering assembly line
Chinese wine, Im hollow, I swallow my pocket change to a dime.
No discreet street patriotic language. I am Procrustes,
A villain of Greek mythology who made his strange victim's anguish.
Inlaid, work made from small pieces.
We can debate life,
We can debate life,
We can debate life about a piece of unrecorded tape,
That is used for threading the tape onto a tape drive.
Loose when you snooze and ooze women who gather supports,
Reports or comments on the news. Enemies bleed.
Famous for some bad quality or deed
Like a hired killer. A campfire thriller.
London England produced the first police force the niggas lost.
Medieval during the village at night hyenas hurt fifty people.
And black mamba has been known to kill seven people in in fact,
one attack. The scorpion kills one thousand people every year.
Snakes are only carnivores themed, a fucking box jellyfish sting.
In 1897 Bram Stoker wrote Dracula. Off a place staked,
The werewolf coyote he escaped.
Igor's (?) side of the vampire legend began in Eastern Europe,
Where blood sucking creatures were once thought to be,
The souls of the dead that rose from the bed and grave quiet,
And wandered about the night, to drink the blood from living
But hombre I'm eifle with a rifle,
Like Clint eastward in Unforgiven.
Im above it to no purpose, thinking nothing of it.
My Cronos is like playing catch or skipping rope with a ghost.
The holocaust, I leave lost like, in hope.
A large Bermuda triangle boat, Holmes. Im loud
So bloods on the wing. Alcatraz is too proud.
I killed forty eight men and one for snoring too loud