two together just weren't right I've been waiting for so long To follow their footsteps I'm hell bent I'm hell bent I'm hell bent Hell bent on destruction
path of least resistance Living might mean taking chances but they're worth taking Lovin' might be a mistake but it's worth making Don't let some hell-bent
cats that's weak Two thirty, six two Me bust for you that's like a cat vs a pitbull Gun, know clip full, keep hunger And plan for the future, 'cuz you
might fuck Mya [ODB] I'm the pussy vampire [Chorus] 4X [Ghostface] Yo I'm bent out three days two nights yo I'm spent out One hell of a cruise
you remember But you'll never taste again Nonesuch, your Midas' touch Has gilded your heart and left you So much playing the prince of clowns Hell-bent
They were drunk and they were angry They were big as they could be They were hell bent and determined To kick the Yankee out of me Insulted me they called
i suspect he was trying to say is that even though he didn't make it in his lifetime he is hell-bent on coming back in another vessel in another
He's on a rampage he's on the run more hell bent than you've ever seen Tryin' to hell him that he's got no right is like putting out fire with gasoline
pressed up what, blessed enough to blow your rest up We scrape that, Land O' Lake that My dolo rapper get you sent back Represent the gentlemens who bent
to our survival Get hell bent on shaking that big white tent Repent Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh All you need is a nagging hunger Baby the bush is burning
lonely tonight white lights in the skies tonight how crooked are the corners when two wrongs won't make a right? outcast from the agner that's inside of me heaven sent hell bent
you remember But you'll never taste again... Nonesuch Your Midas' touch Has gilded your heart And left you So much Playing the prince of clowns Hell-bent
illusion of ownership in America Properting is theft How we livin' ? The bong tokin' alcoholics The bong tokin' alcoholics The bong tokin' alcoholics The bong tokin' alcoholics Gettin' bent
on the pillow, it's silence competes with hell It's a twenty-four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell And the streets are full of brass men, bent on getting hung
path of least resistance Living might mean taking chances but they?re worth taking Loving might be a mistake but it's worth making Don't let some hell bent
nobility and how my leaving It only held you back But I remember one occasion when you were drinkin' And you asked me to the coast But I was hell bent
it, don't bounce it. I mean, do it trippingly on the tongue, Or else I'll see your thespian asses strung up and hung. And don't saw the air with your
