excite and throw dick to dykes Bitches, I like 'em brainless, guns, I like 'em stainless steel I want the fuckin' fortune like the wheel I squeeze gats till my clips is empty
what you gave me You claimin' I'ma criminal when you the one that made me They got me trapped in this slavery Now I'm lost in this holocaust headin for my grave
to break his neck but his head spun all the way around and that was fuckin it i was outta there i seen another comin out the grave zombies beggin for
break his neck, but his head spun all the way around and that was fucking it. I was outta there, I seen another coming out of the Grave. Zombies, begging
Writer Bill Gaither God Sent His Son, They Called Him Jesus; He Came To Love, Heal And Forgive. He Lived And Died To Buy My Pardon; An Empty Grave Is
never cry They lived by a sixgun by a sixgun they died It's been a long time now since the town was a boom The jailhouse is empty so's the Palace Saloon
it doesn't cut, the soul is not so vibrant The reckoning, the sickening Back at you, subversion, pseudo-sacred, pyscho virgin Go tell your classes, go dig you graves
because my mind state Take on the big leagues I'm dealin' with these headhunta's Don't give a damn of where you come from Or where you goin', sucka So I'll work the grave
the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punk And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave
mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punk And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave Twelve
have it ouncesof OE and a sack of that Indonesian shit and a 9 millimeter clip for you to dump and put one in your bitch and put her in her grave with that empty
show them mothafuckas livin' life ain't shit I gets to gettin' real sick and eatin' bloody clit, the baby killa shit Put 'em in a grave with an empty
different page Niggas in the struggle all out to get paid Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid Before you get caged, but you can't avoid the grave
Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out 96 ways I made out, Montana way The Good F E L L A, verbal AK spray Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty
Rock to Canarsie, livin' harshly Beat up and battered, they pull me out I watch as niggaz scattered, makin' me kill But what I feel it never mattered When I'm empty
Listen in awe and you'll hear him Bark at the moon Ha ha ha (Ha ha ha) (Ha ha ha) Years spent in torment Buried in a nameless grave Now he has risen
't read Dream from out of place And aimed at empty songs that he said On knees I wait From falling off my feet and God is gold Dust a shallow grave Will
I'll spend the rest of my days And the water that runs frome the side of the hill Will water her flowery grave Will water her flowery grave
