Tekster:
Body Count Necessary Evil

Necessary evil Look outside my window I still see a fucked up world Waking up to helicopter and car alarms Does this happen where you live? Gunshots

of fucked up explaining An american example of fucked training When the fuckin' bus connected, he flew like knievel I was just necessary evil [Chorus] Necessary evil

your body you ain't got enough fingers to count that high after you lose, swallow my chief of rings you'll be crying so much your putrid smelling body