We go around the world and we do what must be done, It's a top secret mission and our enemies are wishin' that they had a bigger gun.
changes everything [ ROUND 1: Donald D ] Once again comin at you hyper Donald D the Syndicate Sniper Boston Strangler, Charles Manson No matter what killer I mention, keep dancin _Five Fingers Of Death
sun don't set We gon' take you all around the world It's the same song, everywhere It's the same song We gon' take you all around the world, same song
't ridin' if there part of your set And why they never get it poppin' but they party to death Yea, and why they gon' give you life for a murder Turn around
chance) Amen (But I ain't blowing this one) Amen (Nah, man) Amen (Shit, I feel like I can do anything now) Who can catch lightning in the bottle, set
was foul You need to stay around I feel like telling some stories First there's this arrogant fuck, his names Cory Hung around my mans like he a big
you want to Build if you want to, joke if you want to Disrespect me, that's what you won't do That's what you won't do Been around a world and things
it?s money pie I should live 100 lives I should have 100 wives And the honey-beds, I should tell her 100 lies Then I wonder why, when it?s all set and
a fuck, talkin' tough, "Look at me now" Shockin' the world, should've been on top of your girl She gon' do you in, turn around and rock your world For
, they might even keep you breathin' Fuck your whole world up, you can't get down Broke livin' on the streets and you can't skip town But ain't no slow deaths
Nasty bitches, around the world, I wrote this rhyme for you You might not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's true So much death in the Oakland
shit, the type of shit you out committin a lick pistol whip them nigga to death and have a kick and the twist 'cause niggaz be havin shit like bitches on Set
m rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty I baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news I'm crazy and clever, cut those of crews Death on the phono, my skills
hidden world séance and candlelight, Connections to spirits that dance in the afterlife (Chorus) Madchild: Shane's brain a hurricane, it's a death
accomplished (we make the whole world astonished See us with our macabee-an garments They bow down and pay homage, we God sent Movin through this evil world
and nobody else" But I can smell racism, however it's dealt Know the real shit never miss, see how it's felt All around the world, hear the people cryin
