, and Low Key nigga, you know me man It ain't no thang to [unverified] it back and make you shake thug bang Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name nigga, what's
(Monster) Yo, black magic, devil horns, wake the devil, we perform We'll weigh more bodies and dead by dawn Ill child, Black Label Society We Zakk Wylde on you
nobody fuck with me but now you're on your back and labeled just another casualty [Chorus 4 times] Time is running out for the planet Earth. ? you will make it, in society
Can't you see, you're not free you ain't never gonna be I'm not gonna bend to fit society I'm not gonna remove what's deep inside of me money's your god
put us to the test, women and men if you black you in Food for the soul listen to what I tell you it don't matter Young or old it's time we loc' up and
that gather The crosses that bare What's given and taken life the Ocean to the sand No final curtain calls No more storms that rearrange To hold you
Seasons change for the rain he washed away All the smiles and the tears What's in between and all one's hopes and fears I feel that January's cold shall
chilling glow Don't you think I know what I'm doing Don't tell me that it's doing me wrong You're the one that's really a loser This is where I feel
me down and you raped my soul, You must have thought I was through, You should have killed me when you had the chance, I can???t describe what???s gonna
So what you do, is back up if you work for bush Cause all the presidential prison pushin politicians Gotta get mushed, gimme back my land you sucka You
's shit, better than his cousin's shit Better than your whole block, buck once and then ya come wit that nons Aight, hey Buck, when you bring what you
you what poetry is really about the side affects will make you pass out followed by skin rash itching diarrhea nausea and dry mouth you want a time out? you
bodies to souls, souls to blackness The Devil's most cleverest trick is to make you think you don't exist We Opaque, translucent and eternal Brotherhood A secret society
, best to get popped at Harrassed at a nigga in black, he did the cap He's blamed it to the states and I can tell you what happened Check my jacket, you
m a rider - thug live til I die Black Wall Street behind us - I'm a menace to society Fuck Cane And O dogg, I got the cane and the o's, dawg I'm gangsta
And a cardiac arrest, cognac it?s the best drink To make you think you?re sick when you only got the sniffles If and when you hear a record, do you
me and you Sing it It's funky, it's funky, it's funky, it's a funky situation It's funky, it's funky, it's funky, it's a funky situation It's funky,
em The other four, you know who you are But if you gotta think twice Well shawty you ain't nice Regardless of your publishing deal You can't write I'm