Tekster:
A Perfect Murder Time Bomb

game You got played your own game Your life is a time bomb Your life is a time bomb It happened so quickly It took your everything Now your life is a

my kind Code murder one, code murder one Code murder one, code murder one Murder them mo Code murder one, code murder one Code murder one, code murder one Murder

ya, 36 styles of danger Murderous, floating in the myst of perfect strangers Killarm saddam we're built with golden arms Prophesies about the black bomb

over, everybody knows now It's no fuckin' secret You know this motherfucker, okay It's over, that's it, die bang, bang, bang I got that bomb, bomb Ti-ti-tity, bomb, bomb, bomb

'm lastin' my time here Nigga I'm a be a legend in my own time 'fore a die here You wanna smoke, I'm a note to keep my mind clear And every nigga that

the best Dogg Pound's the best Mic accurate, trade darts TL, slight tint DL, quick flash Smooth as a baby's ass, lyrical addicts, murder mics like a

will I catch you where you chill, holla at ya where you live nigga Fuck a record deal I graduated out the way, to stack a couple mill Who would figure it would be a

well It's bigger than a breadbox It can roast my leaky finance I'll take my seat atop the Brooklyn Bridge With a Coke and a bag of chips To watch a thousand

years to kill the sane More of his napalm, neutron, hate And meanwhile Russia sits and waits Prepares her perfect time to take The seconds gone, annihilate There's a bomb