Tekster:
Found Dead Hanging

Down here the blood runs so deep and the flies hang do thick in the air and its not about sinking or swimming its about seeing who can get the biggest

never ending relentless its endless pounding torment with every footstep pray for me to find my way pray for me to find my way found my way home.... at least i've found

it was the true face of man its all coming back to us now.....(if we don't stop)were gonna be in a bad way...in the worst way forever hanging from the

my first bottle I spotted my enemies tryna' do what I do Came in with my style, so I fathered you I kept changin' on the world since barbecue Now you wanna hang

Nigga, me deadly wid the gun Machete be dipped in rum Running wid the gun, steady bucking Leaving them bodies dumped off in the alley for dead I'm near

nine-trey When you're with the dangerous crew Bitches wanna hang with you Think about the thang in you She can suck a thang or two Niggas in other gangs wanna hang

waking it) i ved hvad der kommer ud af min mund (you know whats comming out of my mouth) hanger med de vildeste gutter (hanging with the coolest guys)

one's pointing his tree branch at me So I put my hands up I say "Enough is enough, if you walk away I walk away" (And he shot me dead) I found a liquid

his last earthly treasure but he stakes it Then bows his head that his shame he might hide But when they lifted his head they found he was dead That'