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Sunday, January 2, 2011
Out Of Space
Lucifer, son of the mourning, I’m gonna chase you out of earth
I’m gonna put on a iron shirt and chase Satan out of earth
I’m gonna put on a iron shirt and chase the devil out of earth
I’m gonna send him to outta space to find another race
I’m gonna send him to outta space to find another race
Satan is an evilous man
But him can’t chocks it on I-man
So when I check him with my lassing hand
And if him slip, I gaan with him hand
I’m gonna put on a iron shirt and chase Satan out of earth
I’m gonna put on a iron shirt and chase the devil out of earth
I’m gonna send him to outta space to find another race
I’m gonna send him to outta space to find another race
Him haffi drop him fork and run
Him can’t stand up to Jah Jah son
Him haffi lef’ya with him gun
Dig off with him bomb
I’m gonna put on a iron shirt and chase Satan out of earth
I’m gonna put on a iron shirt and chase the devil out of earth
I’m gonna send him to outta space to find another race
I’m gonna send him to outta space to find another race
Satan is an evilous man
But him can’t chocks it on I-man
So when I check him with my lassing hand
And if him slip