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Edited by MF Allan: 11/18/2015 12:50:23 PM
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A heavy rock song.

Rate this song 1-10 [spoiler] Verse 1: Down my only road Down to the night Fight as I will I will go alone Don't you dare fool me It's why I go alone Don't bother me Because you're just debree It's why I chose To go alone Chorus: I am a lone wolf without a pack And I will stay like that If you stand by me I will let you go Without my breath This is the final test Because I am a lone wolf! Verse 2: Mother nature's best Cannot create a test Bet you I will live To fight the rest I must go alone It is my final test I see victory And they see doom Taking up axe and shield As I go alone Must not post pone What's inevitable TO MY FIGHT Chorus: I am a lone wolf without a pack And I will stay like that If you stand by me I will let you go Without my breath This is the final test Because I am a lone wolf! Verse 3: I'll cut clean Tonight! Go alone And say goodbye! Alone to Test my might! Try as You lie! Create a Mess! Give me My test! And I'll give you My best! A fire you won't want to Underestimate! Verse 4: Let me fly to my quest I will not take rest Cause I am.... I am a lone wolf! Chorus: I am a lone wolf without a pack And I will stay like that If you stand by me I will let you go Without my breath This is the final test Because I am a lone wolf! A lone wolf! A- A lone wolf! *drum roll* *small cymbal crash* [/spoiler]

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  • Sounds like trash [spoiler] Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to -blam!- withThe wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quickOr get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip-blam!- is struck with the underworld click[Verse 1]Yo it was midnight and rainy and, spotted these three PanamaniansGold chains, and carryin Iranians Pulled out to stain me and, these cats might try to flame meAnd shit, might be hit sent from this bitch -blam!- Damien Used to slang 'caine, back to back, up in this game we inWent against the grain when he got banged in his craniumNow he got cats all on my back, tryin to bang me and From Peru , flew in a crew of evil, now shit is lethal Drew the Eagle, blew about twoAnd made one of the two see-through , but I still see twoOf his peoples, up in a Regal, and they got heat to equalShit that got put in Beenie Seagal, -blam!- these illegalAlien-ass -blam!- out of the grassPut extra clips upon the dash and continued to blast Fire flashed, I left another one of em splashedThe bloodbath, three -blam!- found dead on the aveWent to a phone to hit my -blam!- Big C, swiftlyYo dig the shit G, these -blam!- tried to hit meYo meet me in about fifty, with Big Ash, be movin quicklyI'm about to hit D , put that mother-blam!-er six feet"Aiyyo what happened G?" -blam!- on the ave was clappin at meBustin at me, tryin to put caps in my nappy"Yo as long as you made it kid I'm happy"We still goin to where this cat be, with AK's all dayCalled up my -blam!- Jay, call the -blam!- Damien for me okay?Make it about 3:38, straight, this is what you say"Aiyyo we -blam!-ed up, he got away"If he play, I'ma split his toupee, we on our wayTo this -blam!-'s office, with armed forces, he showin softnessAnd watchin, horses racin with other bossesPulled out the torch and, the -blam!- saw the guns, got stunnedHe probably got none, knowin he bout to catch a hot oneTerrorizin the whole spot son, the phone rungHe acted like it was the wrong number, lookin all dumbHands on the Glock spun, five minutes later, the shots rungThat -blam!- got done, died with his hand on a cocked gun[Hook](x2)[Verse 2]February 14 in '95, time about 4:45I'm coppin pies in a highriseDealin with shit like this you need five eyes, dinosaur sizeThese -blam!-in chi-chi's, have you covered with fliesCame in with two wiseguys, -blam!-in guns big as lifesizeHad a chick up on the bed and shit, with the nice thighsYo senorita, mamasita, wish to plead with boricua cliquaArriba, flashed the heat nowShe started talkin, seconds later two Cubans walked inHoldin packages of silver chalk and, shit ain't the raw andBecame a war man, he put two in my man's internal organsBut for the poison, tryin to -blam!-in Freemen like MorganTwo hit the floorin, with blood pourin, left em snorinTheir wigs tore in, layin all up against the door thenThe -blam!- spray, I caught a slug in my shoulder bladeMy boulder grazed, I'm catchin flashbacks of older daysIn the small caves, I'm dazed and shitShe goin to bed with the spray shit, tryin to lay shitOK bitch, and -blam!- the gay shit, started to lay shitAnd left the brave bitch wet, part of her neck and face hitEmptied the clip, then replaced it-blam!- is on the floor tomato pastedWasted, spirit eras-tedBonnie cased it, went to the other side, embraced itThe whole place is lit, we Scarfacin shitCigar case and shit, on some marksmen shitOne -blam!- strainin moanin in pain aimin his biscuitMy man fixed it, left him with his wig twistedWipe all my fingerprint ballistics, went to the other roomAnd saw the brick shit, straight legit shit, bag it and zip itLeft out the front door like we ain't do shit [/spoiler]

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