fresh blood flows i murder and dismember without emotion or remorse with rancid rotting carnage decomposing at my feet the circle of life and death and
Yo, put your hands up, turn the beat up Take your shoes off, throw your feet up (What, what, what, what, what) We keep on risin' (What, what, what, what
know for certain, I caused the nails to land That left Him dead and murdered, pierced in feet and hands So now you've heard it, I testified and I took
Young or old it's time we loc' up and do like we suppose We killin' each other over this bullshit and some clothes We're trapped off in this world and
handled, murder, mangled Life support cut short we hold court In the street make a nigga sleep six feet deep Fuck piece bare back doggy style Cement ya feet and
or more Tied to hands and feet Awaiting strangulation Darkening deceit Rope around the neck Eyes falling out slow Extreme asphyxiation Blackened murder
And all That Jazz [Announcer] Make that two) [Velma Kelly] And all that jazz And all that jazz Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And all that
murders I reclaim From a dark, forsaken time Kissing heaven spent He wipes lips free of his heretic discharge Wishing to repent For the brute that ravaged free
is well And it's one thing I believe in, don't ever leave and retrieve Killers jumping off by the evenings now 97' just another hunting season Niggas in it 6 feet deep and
across a weak and stricken land The crimson birth that swamped the earth in dark and deadly dreams And all mankind did bow beneath the power of her hand And
settlements and homes To look down on the ruins was to sympathize and pity All the suffering and heartache, all the graves and broken bones For buried
no fire if we don't start the ignition Throw some bullets at your feet Show you what ya missing, listen I hope for black love without wishing I murder the track and
sick to the teeth of the news on the screen of hisbullah scum and jihad the obscene whose men plant the bombs and then live feeling free to watch women and
and the refugees Calling murdered children the 'Tragedy' Of El Salvador Before the government camera 20 feet away Another man is asking for continued aid Food and medicine and
wrinkled, the rap star twinkle killer instinct sixteen bar nickle sell more copies than Kinko Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us and
above a golden coast beside my Southern belle we heard the sea reborn in each singing shell and every coughing car and every coiled snake and every shrieking star and
spun where the sun used to be - and i watched its buckets dip and dance. i saw a couple making love lock hands - they were pushing for abandon and the
chickens what's going on Don't make me murder you nigga, you looking for me here I stand About six feet even, cocked and meant built twin glocks in my hand And