Tekster:
Death Angel This Hate

Childhood choices Adult divorces You have paved your way Strike another lady lover See how long she'll stay Embezzle money, coward, phony You have brought this hate

"In the year 1982 a music was created. It was given the title: Gangsta Rap It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared By the establishment

, edit, headed for the alleged Smearing the individual fearing the unsuspected Expert witness, the paid authority Made a priority to deceive the majority Of disinterested peers, dodging duty for years Hating

smoke, I wish I could float Far away from here Raindrops, I hope one day that this pain stops, no, no Raindrops, I hope one day that this pain stops

getting worse, when children hide the fact that they pregnant 'cause they scared of giving birth How will I feed this baby? How will I survive, how will this

green grass After the coffin is tossed in a soft pit of six feet of spirit form You watch it feeling awful and nauseous The angel of death just stomped

life and obtains favor from the Lord But he who sins against me warrants his own soul And all those who hate me love death [Killah Priest] Telekinesis

people Anybody thinkin evil is feasible Need to go Everybody that's baned for I'm a killa wit a chainsaw I'm a damage 'n' maim yall The devilish death by an angel

wit the sickness is fallin down Over this basic gay shit erase it face it Wake this hatred and make this place get ape shit No kinda way you stoppin this