when he'll strike Legacy of his tragedy Born to kill for his mother's sins Twisted mind living to kill Now you'll die, blood will spill The body count
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warning when he'll strike Legacy of his tragedy Born to kill for his mother's sins Twisted mind living to kill Now you'll die, blood will spill The body count
(Go) Go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (Go) Go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (Go) Go, go, go, go, go, go Uh, on the count of three
bleed Who's counting when it way past plenty There's too many twenties There's too much hush money being passed in the joint Too many bodies hidden behind
Whirlwinds of French, come movin' intense Time to pull again, release the shell Well, make 'em yell again, so sleek but I'ma be maxin' in suites Countin' your paper and countin
of them King Kong and Godzilla mixed up together While I'm blessing them It's wrong for niggas to mix us together Cus I'm better than every fucking body
me soon Fighting for you I'll tear up you bodies taste the sweet smell of blood Slow death I cause and nightmares I bring Dying culture no more money counts
in a few seconds' time: In a drop of anal red the poison And your totally disgusting diseased unkempt disgusting excuse of a body Continues to react Till mere days after the cutting The cancer
count Soon the graft had taken, I was on the road home As I was discharged we prayed that all would work Weeks of pain followed as my body fought to
I doubt ya fly, peep the poison heres enough for an amount to die, and the holes in ya body you aint got enough fingers to count that high. after you
o.k. - lets get it out - enough with the small talk i can count your lies like cracks on the sidewalk same old stories of when we used to hang out
penetrate. The thickest of my skin. I feel the sting it separates, drains my body of its sin. The darkness that grows inside, like a cancer that's feeding
'cause I gotta play nurse. Gotta figure out which pill alleviates which pain, which part of your brain is being used for a boxing bag as your body became
I put the motherfuckin gangsta in the game Destory you like cancer of the brain I can't be stopped I'm faster than the plane that crashed into the trade
and now. [Verse 2: Lloyd] Niggas come take this ride wit me, break some pot wit seed on the side of the road. Where everyday different bodies to count
