up Betta' raze it up You betta' raze it up Sticky fingaz Madman, tear down stages Ain't nobody dead or alive, who could give me my rages Throw my clip
each other, Carnage breaks up by main force, Bones are being broken, tendons torn, Then they drop dead to the Pit. Their message is Living Death... Dead
resolve, why no sense of closure The perfect victim, it's what you had and more than once before So what went wrong, what flaws the scheme, why are the fires raging
: Gonna have to drop one. Donald: And yes i.. it has been ruled that his ball is unplayible, he will take a drop and a one stroke penally. Champion: (
it's About to blast! it's about to blast! boom. another dead young- Ster on my block. look in his face, politician, when a gun Blast makes his body drop
for too long you bout to lose your face I got the mind of a psycho ass ?? As I take another hit on this shit nigga you dead Never ask forgiveness told
Talkin' shit like shut up and listen to me Because cutting through the crap is my specialty Like a bomb I'm dropping yes a ton of lead You're trying to
happiness. This shock cannot be televised for free. ''cause bright lights and dead bodies make for great TV. The world is panicking, Mr Bush is mad again. Watching them bombs drop
a sort of a tipplin' way With a love for the liquor Tim was born To help him on with his w ork each day Had a "drop of the cray-thur" every morn. Chorus
of the tipplin' way With a love of for the liquor poor Tim was born And to help him on with his work each day He'd a "drop of the cray-thur" every morn
silence Nothing lives here - all is dead These feelings born inside A new side of me is born For ever face I see I feel such raging scorn When you took
*Bring me the dawn of the dead* Welcome to the end of the world party Your first move might be your last This is the night we all leave it behind Goodbye
he'd sort of a tripling way With love for a liquor poor Tim was born To help him on with his work each day He'd a drop of the Craythor every morn' One
a bit of a timmlin' way with a love for the liquor poor Tim was born And to send him on his way each day, he'd a drop of the craythur every morn [Chorus
Mercades and a murder spree is what it takes to get me higher [Chorus 4x] Im rollin' hard im steady rollin (non stop) When i fall nobody catch me (no) let me drop
die Bear skin on my back, wolf jaw on my head Valhall awaits me when I'm dead I raise my axe above my head My eyes stare in furious rage Yet more blood
Rolling thunder Like the blood from your hands Like a voice that commands Rain drops fall But I doubt that he's listening This world is a gutter
sweet young maid and a bottomless well That water's cold but that don't matter how deep it is no one can tell Just drop a stone you'll never hear it
