Tekster:
The Living End Trapped

right Don't look now, seems like we're trapped somehow I'm not sure if we'll ever make it out of here alive Don't look now, seems like we're trapped

right Don't look now, seems like we're trapped somehow I'm not sure if we'll ever make it out of here alive Don't look now, seems like we're trapped

nigga's don't end the party before we finish the song Bitch nigga You be the last to come and harass, reflect on the past When I used to pull spine outcho ass Live

get a penny When I was broke, I stole my gold, I pawned I lived the life of a hustler off and on I'm just a brother that lived to tell I brought my ass

out Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks You try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook Want some of me? You're on a mission Bad move, you end

This is the end that will never end This is the voice of silence no more Some kind of monster Some kind of monster Some kind of monster This monster lives

at me Who criticize and talk shit so freely Fuck double XL, you're a size too small I should hire Eminem so we can kill you all Whether you live to talk

of paranoia How many niggaz in the six-by-six Fin' to get, some time behind some loud mouth bitch Fin' to snitch, trapping niggaz up in they downfalls

me some help I went from pawn to king, king back to pawn Doing my best to try to ease out the storm I know that every tunnel's got an end and a light