returned for us all An infectious scream rings through the air, A sound to chill every bone A distorted victim of the plague will soon feast with the dead
[Monoxide Child] First I plan my escape. Nothin on papes and live the scene without a trace. I'm lookin dead in her face. But she dont see me Im unoticed
familiar spirits In the ashes of eden Where the sky has been eaten The keys to the kingdom are made from skeleton bones The dead mans teeth look like
got tattoos as well as lead marks To me fucking is kinda like racin and I always get a head start My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC Just yesterday
do it right Do it right ya'll, keep it tight ya'll, do it right ya'll, just do it [Shabaam Sahdeeq] Blood on they hands, blood on my mans Destroying
us caged in Ways spinnin' like Mike Bivens from New Edition aging (I gotta... When the block is hot) I got families I'm feeding 'cause my mans is bleeding
load Bring them down Foe by foe Stepping on your toes Elbows to the bone Bringing you down Foe by foe Skin boiled in lead By the words of a friend With another mans
head like years ago woah wo woah wo woah wo. Verse 2 Sticks an stones break bones but what i say'll hurt you worse, leavin you feelin dead an buried
sure Cause he's come to depend On a street with a dead end And he'll sell you his best friend, so he can score Boys and girls come out to play The junk mans