: Cut the chord from this power supply that gives control to this failure. I am justice anticipating sweet revenge, like a killer. As the fog clears
Cut the chord from this power supply that gives control to this failure. I am justice anticipating sweet revenge, like a killer. As the fog clears out
for the dough and make a mess of things? Kids are murdering other kids for the fun of it Instead of using their mind or their fist, they put a gun in
the street People say he was riffin' Callin' me a sucker Talkin' bout how foul I'm livin' Someone heard him Poppin' that shit last week Frontin' for some pussy From
Emcee's, no time out, it's time to rhyme out You've dug your own grave, now you must climb out Dig out, crawl out, hide from the fallout 'Cause when I
out there sellin' out man Why they goin' out like that man? Yo, sellin' out like it ain't nothin' man I ain't with it Dig it, I'm just a brother from
everything [ ROUND 1: Donald D ] Once again comin at you hyper Donald D the Syndicate Sniper Boston Strangler, Charles Manson No matter what killer I mention, keep dancin _Five Fingers Of Death_, _Fists
riot Rocking every revision But you listen to the tone And the violent rhythm Though the words sound steady Something empty's within 'em We say Yeah! With fists
everything in sight We're going 'til the world stops turning While we burn it to the ground tonight We're screaming like demons, swinging from the ceiling I got a fist
no im not a doctor but my money go way past one , shes hotter than my last one sexy like my last chick im checkin out her assets
ain't gonna get none of this, I only wanna hear swish, I'm a big girl I know what it is, Bentley steering wheel is in that fist, Pick me up at 8, yeah
I was hangin' out a last night at the top cat when the band slowed down to Merle man i hit it 'cross the bar room trying to find my baby girl some drunk
stone But that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you
I am heading for a time of quiet When my restlessness is past And I can lie down on my blanket And release my fists at last I am heading for a time of
mother fucker till my dying day While you were horse faced, running Tryin to get the crowd hyped We was in the back Sippin yack Startin fist fights
Mr. Policeman and dog, if you with then wave your fist in the air and pray for the politicians freely, get an amen, the last day or the last day day
To go through all of the wicked shit like Mr. Policeman And duck if you want to pump ya fist in tha air And pray for the politicians freely; get a amen? The last days of the last
roll To go through all of tha wicked shit like Mr. Policeman And duck if ya wanna pump your fist in tha air And pray for tha politicianz freely, get a amen? Tha last dayz of tha last
