back to 7-11 we go No need to buy 'em we'll just leave 'em Homey said he'd call the police, I didn't believe him Walked out the store with an attitude
This ugly motherfucker in the mirror (this fuckin mirror) Punch a hole through this mirror (what am I supposed to do?) This faggot in the mirror (can'
spill Darkness falls, blood drips from walls My heartbeat skips when they all call. My skin, it crawls. No time to stall Gotta kill em all, gotta kill em all. Gotta kill
the season of the siccness times three, spittin' the venomous IV fulla white weed. And my nine get a tight squeeze, and I'ma die with my dick in a tight breezy. Believe
hang and im still on the block when the shit gets hot best believe aint a dam thing changed [Turtle Banxx] Put em off remy my enemies bleed from one
what's up Y'all knows about me, Mr. Streetsweep Twinkie soft niggaz get dealt with swift-ily I'm amazin', I always bring the heat Pull the cake up through
your face when you see us ridin' through Killin' 'em all till everyone fall You get out of my way or you're subject to get killed without the clues
off your face when you see us ridin through Killin 'em all (till everyone fall) You get out of my way or you're subject to get killed without the clues
, killers and haters surround me daily, no fears of death/ I hear the breaths of angels and demons fightin' over my soul/ Lord, just give me the path through
money Millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair, My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair, I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed, through
At Dusk, And My Soldiers Litter The Streets. This Is For The People, No, We're Breaking, Taking, Killing. We Bleed From Tyrants War, Runs Red Through
miles through it all I was late for the kill but early for the slaughter I don't care how it bleeds I was late for the kill but stopped in to drag the
Your Next Destination Galactic DETH Hunts Flies Pushes Through Time Space Dimensions Advance Your Place Pay To Gain Grace Your Salvation Through Defrayel
darling. Few words can kill me, they inspire in your hands The sun outside these glass-shaped walls Will burn the flesh off paper dolls My lips and tongue, they bleed
words can kill me, they inspire in your hands! The sun outside these glass-shaped walls will burn the flesh off paper dolls, my lips and tongue they bleed
is no matter who you serve in life, there's one God wether you're black or white, Chinese, Japanese you breath the same air I breath, bleed the same blood I bleed
you responsable for what this bitch did (kill ya) Cause you call me up, try to cop or plead As far as I'm concerned you both gonna bleed (bitch) Talkin
to the head double-tap Guns don't kill people, it's just rap Guns don't kill people, rappers do (Summon the police) Woop woop woop Guns don't kill